tv time in the doctors office

“If I just sit here, with the sketch pad covering me,” I said to myself, “perhaps no one will notice.” I kept drawing to pretend everything was normal. But as I drew a smile on the face of Ms Christie, it didn’t look right. In fact, it didn’t look like Ms Christie any more. It looked like my sister, Tabatha. That’s funny, I thought. I never noticed a resemblance between Tabatha and Jenny Christie before. Tabatha’s got much smaller tits for a start. And a smaller arse. I looked up and Russell still had that wicked grin on his face. “You see?” he said. “I told you she was a slut.” I looked down at his hand, and it had half disappeared under the hem of the red dress. I realised with mounting excitement that he was fingering her pussy pussy. I’d heard stories about girls getting fingered, but I’d never done it myself. The idea of Russell fingering Ms Christie was perversely exciting. But my excitement turned to horror as I looked over to the face of the girl who my friend was fingering and realised it was Tabatha. She was not sneering or smiling, but she was looking at me with an intensity that could have been anger or something else. “STOP IT, RUSSELL!” I shouted. I lunged at him, to grab his hand and pull his fingers out of my sister’s vagina. But Russell was quick and ass dodged out of the way. As if in slow motion, I saw my grasping hand slip between my sister’s creamy thighs, to the exact spot where Russell’s hand had been. I looked up to see Russell and all the other kids running out of the classroom, leaving me alone with Tabatha in the Art room. “Yeah, stop it, Russell!” Tabatha called after him. “Let Andy have a go.” And she looked back at me with that strange gaze I’d never seen before. I looked down at my hand and it disappeared under the silky hem of her red dress. I felt her pubic hair tickling the tips of my fingers and it occurred to me that it felt just like mine. She parted her thighs slightly. My heart was racing and I could hear sucking Tabatha’s voice, although I was staring at the hand sliding between her thighs. “You haven’t done this before, babe have you?” It was the taunting voice of an older sister talking to her inexperienced little brother. Tabatha was two years older fuck than me. But there was something else in her voice. The teasing that becomes a dare. “You’ve never fingered a girl’s pussy before, have you?” I was shaking my head and thinking, “What will it feel like?” “You want to know what it feels like?” she taunted. A warm wetness crept along my finger. I started moving my finger in and out of her warm wet pussy. I was finger fucking my sister’s pussy! Even in the dream I couldn’t believe I was doing it and I couldn’t believe she was letting me do it. I put my heels back on and make considerable noice as I walked to the white board and started humming as I erased. He would have to deal with that soon, but for now he needed to get out of there. When we fuck got back to the city the first thing I did was ass call Lena. The word cut through her thoughts like a knife and Lysera looked over to the White One, scowling at the aged Isiri in sudden anger for having her entertainment interrupted. “You wanna know what’s even more messed up? That sounded like another invitation to my hormone soaked mind. “Did you forget to wear panties,” I asked as Orlanda crawled to my wife. babe Soon I felt a building tsunami of pleasure start to build. Unexpectedly, Dakota leaped up onto me, wrapping her legs around me. John yelled his favorite word, “Fuck”. My hands pussy were playing with her nipples and pussy (and hers with mine) and it wasn’t long before we were both cumming. They really do like it that way. I’m not spending my two days off listening to a bunch of bitching and being miserable. “As long as you’re not turning it into a brothel and the girls are just working-out I don’t see how they could object.” I added. Her panties were a dark, triangular shadow bleeding through the material. So warm. “Okay then; I will.” One at a time, the dozen or so people came and squat between my legs. An hour later we locked ourselves into another searing embrace as we climaxed again, our bodies sucking bonded in sync with the other. I could put the device in the basket, but I needed my laptop easily accessible. “She was also dripping wet when I spanked her. He didn’t have a hair trigger. Why? I am Traci's daughter and I am here visiting on a break from college. “Because I’m a wuss.”