Both of us aching to be one, he began unbuttoning my slacks, and once he got them off, wasted no time rubbing my ass, which were exposed by my thong, ...nd running his fingers back and forth across my slit, feeling the wetness that he alone had caused. After fantasizing about him for so long, I felt like things couldn't move fast enough, which was pretty atypical for my style. Tonight, I wanted this man that I hungered for to fuck me the way that I knew he could. With unrestrained, primal, wanton. I was in shock, it was a situation I had fantasised about before, but never expected to be in. He slowly started moving his hand, wanking me off as my cock grew between us. I was getting harder and before long, he was wanking off my fully erect cock and I started to leak a bit of pre-cum.He took his hand off my cock and stepped back, I looked down and I noticed that his bulge had become larger. He pulled down his boxers and exposed his very large cock, he then stepped forward again, placed my. He did not come the night of the first day, nor the second. I despaired, I admit. A woman has needs, and mine have built steadily. I worried that I would be left to satisfy myself for the rest of my lonesome life, gasping in the dark on my own fingers. Most called my hands graceful, and usually I agreed, but in the dark their slenderness was hateful. But I fretted for nothing. My thief was simply concerned with timing. The third day was Valentine's Day. I heard the old hinges shrill in my. She was still a virgin then, and she desperately wanted sex. M Y W O N D E R F U L P L A N : By about February that year, I couldnt take it anymore. I needed my sister Lauren bad. I fantasized about her day and night, and often stole her panties and pictures and sniffed and jacked off. I was crazy for her. I know it may seem wrong, but I had to tap that ass. So, One day, I asked Lauren if she ever had sexual thoughts about me, and she responded, yea, but it was in a wierd dream, so not.