She lifted her mobile out of her back and looked up his number. As she dialled she took a deep breath, but as she put it to her ear she heard the answ...r phone. He’d turned it off… ‘Oh, fuck. Fuck fuck fuck.’ She muttered under her breath. She’d have to walk there. After another hour of walking, her feet tired in her heels, she found herself on his doorstep. Reluctantly, she knocked twice and waited for the glow of the hall light, and it wasn’t long before it came. He opened the door without. I had known Rachel only since the seventh grade because we lived a good distance away from each other and she went to a different elementary school than I did. We didn't say much to each other in seventh, probably because she didn't get too interested in guys until after she sprouted those boobs over the summer before eighth grade started. In the seventh grade she had a great butt and nice legs, but just two little bumps on her chest. In seventh grade Mandy Rice was the "IT" girl. She had. I think I'm addicted to you. But can you imagine what would happen if I got you pregnant. Yeah, I know I can use a rubber, I did with my ex-girl friend. But I really didn't think it felt all that good. Certainly not as good as when you suck my dick or give me a hand job. But I know, just from the way I feel about having sex with you, sister or no sister, if we ever started making love, fucking each other, I wouldn't be able to stop. I would want to have sex with you every chance we got. I would. She ground her hips back and forth in seesaw fashion, driving his cock to rub against parts of her never touched before as he slammed it up into her. She grabbed his hands, entwining her fingers with his and crushed them into her breasts. The ache in her nipples arced as erotic pain under the crush of their fingers. “Oh fuck, Jere,” she cried. Her expletive drew a laugh from Lisa and Karen looked to her right. Lisa crawled away from Dave and the frown on his face painted his displeasure.