"Going in through the back door," I amplified.Beatrice frowned. "Sis?" Don't knock it 'til you've tried it!" Bridgette retorted, shooting off toward t...e bathroom.I pursed my lips and eyed Jackson. "Don't get tied up in anything -- I might need help." Beatrice thought about frowning -- visibly -- but she decided to see where things were headed.Bridgette:One of the great things about Ron is that he gets it. Sis is hot and willing and she loves him and she'll give him anything -- but she's. . right. But you are all school girls.”“I know, right? Every man’s dream I would think”He moved over and kissed her “How long are you here for then?” He liked her hair, and her frankness. Others might have taken an hour to explain the important detail ‘we’ve all agreed that you should have sex with us if you want’. She knew there was something else.“Well, we didn’t really think this through entirely. How long do you want me here? How long before you get bored with what you want me to do?”“A. Started talking about personal life and all and when I touched her thighs I felt that her skin was like butter. She came near told me to place the order quickly, so that we can head back home soon as she was unable to control and wanted me to feel inside her.Picked up few chilled beers, got into the car kissed each other passionately, I slowly put my hand around her all the way to the side of her right breast and pressed it from there. Wow could feel the softness of it. Finally, after 30 mins. The images that ran through my mind as I pleasured myself were alwayssimilar. Sometimes I imagined that I was an underwear model marching infront of a crowd that looked at me with admiration and desire, but most ofthe times I dreamed that I was my own mother. I imagined myself walkingaround the house half-naked like she used to, or sunbathing on the beachwearing a minimal bikini with all eyes fixed on my barely covered ass.After some time this ritual became routine, I started to feel the need.