Mom, the drunk, an older and younger sister, and a couple younger brothers. I didn't really start hangin around her much until she was 10 and I was 13...and in 8th grade (I was second youngest in my class). Being in Junior High School gets the hormones going. Not so much because of school, but of the age and the realization that girls were no longer gross. I no longer saw Tia on the bus as we now traveled to and from school at different times. But I would still see her down at football practice. The little blonde lay on her back, her legs up and jack-knifed, her knees pushed to her shoulders. Her head rolled from side to side as she moaned and gasped and winced. Jeff, his large, hairy body bridged over her, was forcing his uncut cock between Cissy's blonde cuntlips. It had taken Jeff about two minutes to get his cock up again, and now he resembled a lusting satyr about to impale a quivering little nymph about a third his size."Relax!" Jeff panted."Go easy!" Cissy whimpered. "It hurts!". Grandma had made a couple of Jelly Creams for pudding, even though it was wintertime. She knew how much we enjoyed them. The packet mix was made by Symingtons of Market Harborough, about thirty miles away, and they had been a favourite Sunday Lunch pud of ours since childhood. I don't know how they thought of making jellies with hot milk to produce something much better than a blancmange, but it was a great idea.Grandpa started falling asleep in his armchair fairly soon after lunch; Mum had a. My legs part open as your hands get closer to my pussy, I sigh as your fingers trace over my lips parting them open I feel your finger glide against the insides of my pussy. Rolling over my clit my legs open wider for you as your hand gently rub my aching pussy I feel your other hand moving to my breast, slow but firm your hands touch me sending me into a state of bliss. Enjoying the washing you are giving me and the sensual way you are touching me, your hands push the days stress out of me..