.”Before she could continue Keith had interrupted her with a question, “Tiddles? What do you mean by Tiddles? Is that what you call your girly bit... down there?”Cheryl blushed again and said, “Yes, that’s right. We had a cat called Tiddles when I was just 5 years old and I loved that cat soooo much but he got run over by the school bus. When I got older and discovered that my ... my ‘thingie’ down there was called a ‘pussy’ I decided to call it ‘Tiddles’ in honour of our dead cat. After my. I got really disappointed but didn’t let her know. We just had a good time dancing that night. I would watch her dance whenever I could. One night I even went out and danced with her and her friend. I made it seem like I was just messing around for fun. Weeks later, when we had another night alone together, I had an idea. I loosened my pajamas. Then, while we were dancing, I let my PJs fall to the floor. I had nothing on underneath. My sister’s mouth opened big and then she smiled and giggled.. She blushed and immediately broke eye contact with me. In an attempt to find something else to fix her gaze upon, she looked back down at the enormous bulge in my pants.She pulled a small pad of blank tickets from her back pocket and wrote me a ticket. She tore of the top page of the note pad and handed it to me. She placed the carbon-copy of the ticket into the front pocket of her pants."Have a nice evening, Sir." Officer Taylor said, as she turned and began to walk back to her car.I watched. She made a mental note to buy some gay porn. But then it dawned on her that she could have some of this for free. She grabbed one of Mark's hands and wrapped it around Darrell's cock. She thought she heard a little grunt escape Mark's lips. His other hand just naturally came up and wrapped around the other side. She stepped back and watched as Mark sank deeper into his big dick fantasy. He no longer needed her encouragement. No, he was slobbering all over that man flesh with a devotion she.