Susan, I guess it's you.I got out of bed, opened the door to my room, and walked down toSusan's room. I opened her door and looked in. "Good, she's no...here." I went in and closed the door behind me, not noticing thatJulia had come out of her room just in time to see me go intoSusan's. I went over to my sister's closet and slid the doorback. Inside were a few dresses, blouses, and skirts. Hey! Notbad, I thought to myself as I started looking through her stuff.I imagined what she must feel like. Her heart did a few seconds of doubletime when she opened the pages and looked at the photo glossy photograph inside. It was a picture of her."Wow. Ohhh, wow!" She swallowed hard and felt her panties get even more soppy than they already were. She'd forgotten that Billy was an amateur photographer of sorts. And he obviously owned a telephoto lens. The snapshot had been taken a few days before and quickly developed. It would been the day Betty had sunbathed on the back lawn. She'd thought she. He had a plastic cup in his hand. "Here, fella," he said, offering it to me. "The bathroom is just down the hall."June just smirked at me, as if to say "See what your big mouth has gotten you into." I knew she'd never let me live it down. I walked to the bathroom. I unzipped my pants and let them drop. Pete had thoughtfully provided some pornographic magazines, and I leafed through them as my tool began to enlarge.Dicks in pussies, dicks in mouths, dicks in assholes. Pretty girls with cum on. After a while something changed. As I pushed in and pulled out she pushed back or pulled away. Nothing ambiguous now. She milked my cock, fucking me back. Best of all she still screamed into the cushion on each thrust. Was it hurting or pleasing her? I laughed with rage and lust. I was getting close. I picked up the pace, fucking her mercilessly. Laura kept up, pushing and pulling her tight ring up and down my shaft to my rhythm. Eventually, she lifted up on her hands and looked back at me with.