My sister got into her PJs which consisted of a thin t-shirt and cotton panties. Though she was only 12, she was starting to enjoy wearing cute pantie..., I noticed the little heart cut-out shape near the top of her panties with a small bow on the back. Stretching and yawning, exhausted from the long haul and our playing out back I easily slipping into my PJs, which at this age was just a pare of briefs. We crawled into bed together, though feeling a bit odd with so much bed space our bodies. As much as Amy enjoyed the occasional pet smooch, this was quickly becoming excessive. “Come on, Max! I haven’t been gone that long.... down!” Amy ordered somewhat more forcefully. Finally, she was able to maneuver Max off her with a bit of force that took much more effort than Amy had anticipated, further confirming how depleted she was after her run. With a thump, Max landed back on his forepaws and stood there, panting with his tongue out, looking at Amy. “You big goofball! What did you have. Looking across her shoulder and out of the shadows I saw the flickering reflection of the television on the open doorway, the fly wire screen door being the only barrier to the house interior. All the time her mons was rubbing sensuously against my thigh, as if saying Fuck me, fuck me. I moved around to one side to better squeeze her beautiful boobs, and glanced across the car roof down the driveway to the darkened street with its weak glimmer of a distant streetlight. My balls were nearly. My cock was hard. Brett noticed and moved his foot on top of it. His crushed it into the carpet. It hurt and I choked. Brett forced his cock deeper into my throat, the more I coughed and gaged, the more his pushed down on my cock. Tears were streaming down my cheeks. He kept moving in and out of my mouth. My jaw was hurting for how wide I needed to keep it open for him. I wasn't sure how much longer he wanted me to go so I made a sloppy plea as he removed it from my mouth, "fuck me?" I said it.