One morning as I lay awake my brother got up to go to the bathroom, ans as he climbed out of bed, I was surprised to see him with an erection.'Christ'... escaped from my lips as he turned to face me, making no effort to cover himself, not that I wanted him too.'You cant talk Mariel', he replied to my exclamation, 'you touch yourself every night' he retorted in a triumphant glee.The realization my masturbatory exploits were being enjoyed by my younger sibling, silenced me, and by the time I had. My friend will be here anytime now… what we are doing is wrong)‘seriyana aala panra bothu seri thappa lam yosika thonala’ (when I am ‘doing’ the right person, I don’t want to think whether what I am ‘doing’ is right or wrong)My words were turning her on. But she wanted to resist because of some moral code her mind was wired to believe. I gripped her hip hard and she gave out a yelp. I pushed her against the wall and knelt down still having firm hold of her hips. I began to raise her t-shirt.. They were shaking, their hips jerking forward and back, seeking more pleasure from the fingers buried in their pussies.Karen thought she might pass out from the pleasure. Kerry could barely stand up. Her head spun with the intensity of the feelings washing over her. She had never cum like this. Never.“OK, ladies. That’s enough for now,” Jim said, suddenly withdrawing his fingers from their pussies. “Get into the boathouse. NOW. Run!”Karen and Kerry turned and ran for the boathouse, glad to be. We agreed to meet at the bus station at 8pm. I pulled into the parking lot and waited not seeing her car. After about fifteen minutes I was about to drive off thinking she had stood me up. Then her car turned into the parking lot and my heart skipped a beat or maybe two. She parked beside my car and she jumped out and ran to my car like a giddy teenager. Before I could get out of my car to open the door for her she jerked the passenger door open and slid onto the seat. She giggled and said she.