I got dozens of 'em. It's almost boring.Hey, I said "almost."But if I shoot my whole wad, you might not get through it all, and there's more to this s...ory than a bottle of Jergens and a box of Kleenex.Like every tale worth telling, this one is about a girl. (I just watched "Spider-Man" again last night. So sue me.) And I haven't even mentioned the girl yet.Plus, I have to tell you how I finally got Dick off my back, and got my own dick back. I first saw her in this very coffee shop, as a. I didn’t want to show I was bummed about the no sex thing cause mom may think I don’t want to see my little sister, so I acted happy about the whole thing, well Saturday comes and we go pick up my sister she’s 8 years old and very energetic ,she was pretty happy to see us and seemed ok for a little kid since it had been several months since seeing her she had grow a lot, I remember I hated changing her nasty diapers, even though I did enjoy seeing her little pussy and I even wiped it more than. I let Nancy in and then got in, started the engine, and headed for her house.“Is your mom home?” I asked as I drove past the university.“Yes, why?”“We shouldn’t just go straight to your room. We should spend some time with her.”“She’s not expecting that!”Perhaps not, but I’d learned a lesson from my talk with my dad. Mrs. Landers was allowing me to sleep in her daughter’s bed, and the least I could do was be polite and act like a gentleman towards her.“All the more reason to do it,” I said.. There she was on the big kitchen counter leaned back on her elbows. Her legs hung over the edge. Dress on the floor, she was now wearing only her heels and a big fluffy mound of whip cream covering her pussy. I stepped to her, admiring the view."Eat up!" she demanded as she used her finger to scoop up some cream and hold it out, offering it to me.I leaned in and sucked it off her fingers. Then I lowered my head, starting to lick all the cream up, slowly uncovering my prize. Finally seeing her.