"Shhh, you'll wake everyone," she cautioned, and then added, "Please, don't stop me or make me go, I've been wanting to do this ever since you came he...e."There was no excuse really, which I later blamed on my own confusion and sleepiness, though I was within moments no longer so as I felt my sister's mouth hungrily devouring my prick. A thousand thoughts entered my mind all at once, none of which made any sense, or gave me excuse for allowing her to continue doing what she was doing. There is. Often turned to sex and Bob would discuss things with us and ask us questions about whether we masturbated or were sexually active beyond that, since I'm in my 60's now, this happened 50 years ago, when becoming sexually active at an early teen age was not common, all of us centered on masturbation over the basketball season. The discussion became more explicit with Bob discussing the how to of masturbation and give us "assignments" and asked us on later car rides, whether we had completed the. Howard got home about six o'clock, went straight to the shower, then slipped on a pair of jeans and a pull over shirt and was ready to go. Lucy was wearing a floral print sundress, with thin straps. As always the front was cut low, to accent her breasts. The hem of the dress came just above her knees. They drove straight to the theatre, Howard telling Lucy about the day he had as they drove. "And what happened to you today?" He asked, knowing that if it had anything to do with sex, she. Ryan grabbed my hand and put it on his cock, it took everything I had not to squeeze it. He formed my hand around his bare cock, and began making me stroke him. I missed the warmth of his skin. After a bit, he stopped and I could hear a drawer open, he was getting a condom and lube. Shit. This is going to be impossible to stay still. Ryan slowly turned me over on my side and positioned himself on the bed right behind me. I could feel his dick hit my ass. He was hard as a rock, and he was ready.