“What did you do? How much control did I have? no, no, no!”
“No?” she kept her bra on and arched her eyebrow. Not much other than I had two older girls and my sister, now almost at my beck and call. “Love to,” she replied a bit too chipperly. How much control did I have? All that mattered was the squelching wetness enveloping me, the short pleated skirt rustling over my hips, the soft delicate fingers pushing down on my chest, and the quiet moan of a lover as she takes a man insider her. How much control did I have? Sure it seemed like it, but what did I really know? It felt like forever as shot after shot of my precious life fluids forced their way out of me to seek shelter inside of her. “Why me?”
“She won’t touch you, but she’d kick my ass if she catches me,” I explained.
