How many people in this bed are only pretending to sleep? I turned my head slightly toward Em and saw her eyes open, focused on my hand and Cindy’s ...reast. Em’s hand drifted south from my chest and found my rigid member. Her hum was reflected by Cindy’s and I moaned a little, too. My hand on that breast was no longer limited to occasional squeezes. I rubbed gently and circled the nipple with my finger. I could feel Cindy’s hips shift and lift with an occasional twitch of her other hand between. You realize that you are a giver not a taker; the sucker not the suckee. Your fantasy is to be the person who makes other people's fantasies come true. You are the slave; they are the master.Naturally you resist the idea at first. Everybody wants to think they are the strong one, or at least, every man wants to be a 'real' man. But over time you allow the slut to come out in your dreams and fantasies.But only in your dreams and fantasies. In real life you fake it. You try to live up to the. That image and her soft mellow voice causes me swell so quickly. It happens every time we speak. Every time my wandered in her direction. I shall call her now. And even as I dial, I fantasized about what she might be doing. Maybe she was doing what I was doing when I thought of her. I see her sitting by the phone, the receiver cradled in her neck. The neck I loved to nibble. And as we talk, I can see her casually brush the hair from her forehead. She smiles when she talks. Most. My first sister is slim and tall and she had small boobs of 34 and my other sister kind of chubby and has huge melons from both front and back, Boobs were 35-36 and ass was like 37, She is like Kim Kardashian you can say. After my elder sister was married in 2005, My other sister one day called me to room, told me to lay on bed as I was a small kid so I had to obey so she sat on my waist and on my cock and pull her shirt up, That was the time when I saw real boobs and man they were damn huge so.