"Are you going to do me now?" she slurred, as I swung her legs up onto the bed to make her comfortable."Oh yeah!" I thought to myself, "Screwing non c...mpos mentis females is my favourite parlour trick!"Once I was sure she was completely out of it, I made a couple of minor adjustments to her clothing to ensure that she'd be comfortable during the night, then gently rolled her into the recovery position for safety's sake.Then, taking a soft drink from the mini bar, I settled into the one comfy. I was in my room when I heard funny noises and well, I was curious as to what it was. So, being myself, I went and peered over the banister’s railing, and there she was. She was flat on her back, legs spread wide and he was pounding into her like a jackhammer. No wonder she was yelling. It looked like it hurt.The second time was on the stairs. She couldn’t even wait to get to the room. That’s when I knew my sister was a slut. That was not my business though. She was what she was. This second. Made me blush instantly. And 2. Become instantly hard. The dress I was wearing was pretty tight, so that erection was very obvious. She kept this up for a bit till I eventually said, hey come on. My friends over, and this is a little embarrassing. That's when my friend spoke up and said. Oh, don't stop for me. I get to see my old friend acting how I always thought he should. I barely got, what do you mean how I should you though I should. When Melissa basically tried to swallow my face. She is. The thing is this – I was 18 years old. When you’re a boy, being 18 is synonymous with virility and unending horniness. I, at this stage, was a boy that had never gotten laid. Hell, I hadn’t even had a girlfriend yet – endless crushes but no girlfriend. As a result, I jacked off constantly. If I jerked it less than four times a day, something was wrong. I always seemed to find time to blow that load SOMEWHERE. And that also meant that the moment I went to sleep every day – ping! Up came the.