I look up at you and stop, then i quickly move you onto your side and climb around and spread your legs wide. i straddle your left leg and i start eat...ng you out sideways. the different angle my mouth gives your pussy drives you wild and you tell me to go faster, and harder. my cock is rubbing on your leg and its so smooth i cant help but grind into it gently, making me harder and harder. i look up at you and you are clutching your tits and rubbing them as you move your pussy for me, into my. Everyone looks at me like I’m a disease, like I’m something to pity, or their own personal fixing job. I hate it. I started cutting when I was twelve because of the amount of pain I saw my mom in. I could never do anything right. I was always doing something wrong in her eyes, even when I was doing everything right. I got into fights constantly and developed a reputation as someone who was distant and not to be messed with. Never once did my mom ask why I had been in the fights or why I did. " He was exaggerating, but not by much. "What's up with that? Were you suddenly possessed by the spirit of Pistol Pete or something? Normally you suck."He grabbed towels from the floor and tossed one to me so I could wipe off my sweat. I just shrugged. "Nah, there's actually an ancient Chinese elixir; the recipe was bequeathed to me by a dying Shaolin monk." Cassie had wandered over and gave each of us a bottle of water. "Thanks," I said to her, then turned back to Jeff. "I can't tell you. Not only was my sister paying to take me out to dinner but also I no longer had to listen to her complain about boyfriends. Still, I don't think my plan is going to fail. Her eyes still widened every time I kissed her goodnight.The next step was the hardest one to plan. It took a lot of thought before I could decide what to do next. The question was whether I should continue to ever so slowly seduce my sister, or just do everything at once. The former was slower and provided more time for my.