But it was something, I could feel a wetness beginning to grow in my underwear. “Well uh, good night, see you in the morning,” I grinned nervously...and hurried off to my room. As soon as I got in I shut the door and ran my hand over my pussy. Sure enough, my hand came back dripping. What the hell? Was I getting turned on by my brother getting turned on by me? No, no, that’s just weird. That couldn’t happen, but yet, it’s happening. I’ve never been this wet before, not even when. Linda had laughed when I blushed about not having any panties on and made a joke about having seen it all before. Now I was glad I had no panties on so the black material clung to my cheeks with no lines to distract from my smakable ass. There was a scent of the Orient about Linda’s dorm room from the three candles she had lit – heady but comforting. Her mother was an interior decorator and instead of posters and Target furnishings, her room was filled with framed prints, cushions and plush. Although she had seemed to be doinga lot, the makeup on my face was very light and it hardly looked muchdifferent, just sort of smoother and cleaner, but the eye makeup madean enormous difference, she made them quite dark and explained thatit would make dark brown eyes like mine look even bigger. Sheoutlined my lips and painted lipstick on with a brush. All this wasnew to me and I realised that I would struggle to do as well as her.I said this to her and she just said that if I practised and. Before long I began bucking my hips and came. OH GOD! OH MY FUCKING GOD! THAT FEELS SO GOOD! OHHH YEAAAASSSSSS!!!!!!!!!! I orgasmed over and over again up until Mr. Monroe finally got off himself. I sat on his face and commanded him to eat my pussy. I came twice more, took off the other handcuff, and collapsed next to him. I awoke just in time to get dressed and have lunch before my mom got there. We finished our pizza just in time. My mom knocked on the front door and asked to see what we had.