" Maggie spat in distaste, staring at her sister as though she was some sort of fiend.A small grin, brief and inconspicuous as it might, tugged Molly'... lips. Nevertheless, that was the only reaction Maggie had gotten out of her in fifteen minutes time."Mom is worried. She wants to talk to you, Molly." Maggie hands clenched into tight fists. The only thing that was stopping her from grabbing the woman in front of her and thundered her with half a dozen slaps was the fact that she cared for her.. Mum turned away but I watched Dad wash then get out, she ushered him off and closed the door for me. I had more cum on my hand so I carefully got undressed without getting it on my clothes and played with it, rubbed it on me and tasted it again before finally washing it all away and the slight red smear as well.Mum got some books the next day and gave me the big sex talk, I told her I was really glad to get some hands on experience as it made it a lot easier to understand the books now.”“Now. I feel so needy and I ache for some kind of release. I need to cum, I need to pleasure myself, now. Thoughts of you always fill my head when I am feeling this way, such intense feelings of desire and want just make my need stronger. I need to touch myself. I go to my bedroom and strip, standing before the large mirror in just my lingerie. I watch as my hands slowly wander over my body, I'm imagining that every caress is you, that it is your warm hands exploring my body. You behind me, pressing. Fifteen seconds gone and the tension, and sensation, seems to drain slightly. Another roll of my hand down and then up the shaft exposing my shiny, slippery gland; purple mushroom of sex. Another spasm and another burst of cum cream, this time without any real power only two to three inches of discharge, now joining the pools of warm cum lying on my lower belly. And my hand moves up and down my shaft at fucking pace, at orgasm pace, fingers snapping over the ridge, caressing the sensitive spot..