(she never came into my room!) This one afternoon I had been looking through some of my brothers books, this made me feel horny so I decided to have a...play with myself. I took my trousers off, lay back on my bed and began to fantasize and play when wham my bedroom door thumped open and there stood my sister. I covered up as best as I could but it was to late, she said. “You may as well carry on now that I have caught you”. I lay there frozen because I thought she was sure to tell mum, then. “No, the Haj,” I said, pronouncing it correctly. I answered her question, being relatively familiar with the Musulman religion. Being English, I had often encountered Musulmen and Arabs near London, and, of course, a considerable number of soldiers traveled there and back, bearing tales of the East. My father was a soldier, and through him I often met travelers and knew of the religion. “Mister Singh is a Musulman, Siobhan, as you know, and one of the tenets of their faith is that every. The sensations were overwhelming her - he could feel it - and he knew that whispering to her would push her off the ledge for her plummet into orgasm. “Come on my tongue” he managed to gasp, “Please come in my mouth, Serena, please…”. She could feel her hips bucking against him but could not control her movements. She knew he was finger-fucking her but she simply couldn’t tell exactly what he was doing to her clit that felt so incredible; all she knew was that she didn’t want him to stop. She. Again, Jennifer felt a little shiver. She looked at the girl and saw that her eyes were looking at her face, not her hand. Their eyes held each other's for several seconds, which seemed to Jennifer like so much longer in her drug haze."Here's your drink Jennifer," Jimmy said as he came up to the two women.Jennifer pulled her hand from the girls, like she had been shocked."Mot... uh... Jennifer, I going to take a quick ride with Jerry in his new Corvette," Jimmy said excitedly. "We'll only be a.