She looks back over her right shoulder and arches her lower back to push her bum up. I throbbed painfully and her eyes widened in delight and she smiled. It seemed strange that it should feel so normal. Splat. A little over a week after the virtual blow job, when I was beginning to despair that Tabatha would never visit me, my bedroom door opened as I sat on my bed after school. “Not on my actual butt hole. I felt a strange mix of jealousy and admiration and excitement at that thought. “Did you really shoot a load at Britney’s face that time?”
“Yeah,” I admitted. I rub her gorgeous arse with my left hand. “Oh! .” I try to back pedal. But Tabatha had said things that went beyond my own wicked fantasies. I smile. I watched her carefully and kept wanking as she unclipped her bra at the back and let it drop to the floor. I am so completely engrossed with her body that I have forgotten that I am naked in the back garden with my sister. “No, just the two dreams. And she spoke of sexual experience that I had never guessed she had.
