I had really long blonde hair and he liked to brush it and run his fingers through it. It felt wonderful. I did kiss him goodnight before going to bed... but it was just a sisterly peck on the lips.I had blonde hair, and his was dark, almost black. Our Dad used to k** us that we must have come from different families. Matt was so handsome. He looked like Orlando Bloom, who was a major crush for a lot of the girls in my school.He worked in a tire shop, changing big truck tires all day, and he'd. There were some men that came to open the cage that were nice, then there were a few that made her skin crawl. There was one man in particular that she was sure was going to try something and prayed that someone would listen to her when she told them; so far, no one had. She woke with the feeling of being watched and when she opened her eyes, she was right and it was him. The man opened the cage and roughly ordered her out of the cage. When she didn't move fast enough for him, he reached in and. .” I said, suddenly blushing. There was something wrong with me - helping my brother out shouldn’t be hot - but I couldn’t deny that the risk of being caught had been a surprising turn-on.“I’ve been thinking about it all day, and it’s gotten me so turned on that I bet I can cum.”“Right now?” I asked, looking at my phone once more. If I left now - and ran - I could still make it ... but my brother needed my help.I quickly made up my mind. As I texted my boyfriend and told him I was going to be. Sort of! I felt like I was a pervert.And that's why I sat down at my laptop and decided to go check out a list of tumblr sites I had made that I hoped would have the kind of pictures I liked.It wasn't that I just wanted to see a bunch of naked women. I mean I did, of course. I was seventeen, after all. But the primary reason I wanted to look at all those naked women was that I wanted to try to get Ronnie out of my mind so I didn't feel like such a pervert while I beat off.And it worked.The.