"I just wanted you to know how much fun I had last night," she said. "I can be really shy, and didn’t want you to get the wrong message."It would ha...e been hard to get the wrong message that morning. Dressed in tan hiking shorts and a tight denim shirt tied below her breasts, Jamike definitely wasn't trying to hide her appearance. Although not tanned, her body was very fit. I couldn't help sneaking a few peaks down her shirt while we talked. Small and firm enough to not need a bra, her breasts. It took barely a dozen thrusts before she came with a wild scream; later, she said it was just about the best one-minute-fuck she’d ever had. However, today is about quite the opposite mood: one of delicious anticipation, a slow-building yearning, and the moment of sweet surrender to another.I hear a merry mischievous reply to my welcome, that she will be back in a moment, called out as her heels sound on the stairs. There is quick movement above me in our bedroom, then the sounds of a toilet. Am I losing my mind? she wondered. What am I doing? But even as she wondered, she couldn't help herself and she kept the jockstrap pressed to her nose, inhaling the scent of her brother's balls. Her right hand moved down between her thighs and her middle finger slipped under the crotch of her gymnastics uniform and up into her cunt. She started finger-fucking herself.Each inhalation of her brother's ball-scent caused such a rush of excitement through her body that she nearly came. Her middle. She likes me watching her and teases me about my obvious erection.“Now, what do you do with that after I leave?” she asked one Thursday night with a naughty smile. She stood in front of the bed. Tonight, she decided to wear her black satin garter belt with stretchy elastic garter straps holding up black stockings that had a white back accent seam. Her white lace demi bra matched the white string bikini panties she wore. Awesome! Sexy-naughty yet innocent. My erection was raging.Caught off.