Things got chatty, joking about people around the office, and slowly drifting into other topics, and he slowly got closer, and next thing I knew there...was a kiss.”A kiss? Was that better or worse than what I already knew had happened?“The kiss turned to groping, the groping turned to a hand up my blouse—and lucky for him, I don’t wear a bra around the house—and a hand down his pants, then a hand up my skirt, and before you knew it his fingers were buried inside me and I was cumming.”My wife got. She loves sex and tries to get with the guys as much as possible. I say guys, she is bisexual and goes with everything, girls, guys, she’s even told me that she has been with a crossdresser and a transsexual. I go to college and have to take the bus home every day. Isabel works locally and has no qualms about bringing strangers home for a one night stand or a quickie. I’ve often come home to see a stranger leaving, like I said she’s a whore. Mum and dad are hardly around, mum works full time as. We cum together. He bends to raise me off the bed, and carrying me, settles himself against the propped up pillows, with me astride him. We kiss. He's a fantastic kisser. His hands are inside my top, feeling my nipples. We pull apart and I raise my arms to get my top off. I can feel his cock slipping out of my dripping cunt, and I decide its a good idea to get out of my skirt too. He bundles my clothes and sends them to the sofa. He suggests lighting up a cigarette. We're smoking. Ready to. Looking back, I assume that I was left behind to keep an eye on my sister. In the last year, my sister had discovered the power of having big boobs. Rumors of her escapades had circulated the school, but who really knew what was fact or fiction. What I remember most was that she had developed a condescending attitude towards me, going out of her way to treat me as a child. I guess it somehow made her feel more grown up.When Friday night came around, my buddy and I had no real plans. Surprising.