"Hello" she answered.At first I wasn't sure I had the right number. Gwen was usually a very bright and cheerful person, This voice sounded very depres...ed, so out of character I didn't recognise it."Hello, I'm trying to reach Gwen Wilson." Speaking," she replied."Ah, hello, Gwen. This is Doctor Benson. I was wondering if I could speak to you about Mort." I ... I can't speak about that. My parents might hear me." she sounded very frightened.I hesitated, not sure how to proceed. "I see" I finally. I posted my sign and headed back to start as I did I heard the buzzer indicating someone had entered the store. I stopped what I was doing to head up front to see who had entered and if they needed any help. As I approached the front I was met by an awesome sight a sexy young lady in short shorts and a short halter top that barely covered her nipples on a set of perfect tits. I asked her if I could help her, she said that she was just looking around if that was o.k. I said great to be my guest.. Her vaganal area extremely sensitive Ann's legs shook trying to walk. Sitting on her knees, she watched Mary please herself. Leaning down to kiss her, Mary grabbed Ann. Pulling her to her chest Mary cried, suck my nipples. A shot ran through her as Ann bit down on her nipple. Exhausted Mary fell limp. A puddle of liquid serounded her ass. Her thighs pubic area and hands glistened from the glow of the television. Kissing her Ann laid on top of Mary. Laughing, Mary said that was amazing. After. “What?” I ask while looking down.My habit had gotten the best of me, and my body assumed that girls clothing meant masturbation time. Without wearing any underwear my erection was pushing against the skirt, bulging out.“Well, that is a little obvious. Take care of it.”“What?”Gently pushing me to the bed, my sister lifted the skirt. “I said, take care of it. Make it go away.. Masturbate.”“I can't with you watching.”“Fine.” She turned around, facing the foot of her bed. “Go ahead.”“Can I go to.