“Show it to me” she whispered around soft moans, feeling her lost orgasm beginning to return in pulsing waves; the fantasy vision of Kevin smiled wider. It was at this point that Anne stirred and stretched, rubbing her eyes and yawning for effect. She heard her father open the fridge door and rummage around inside, buying them both a bit more time. She was in the middle of a large, gaping yawn when Kevin returned with a glass of water and a can of beer. I was wondering, if you’re not otherwise engaged of course, if you felt like binging the 90’s Ninja Turtles movies. Anne’s fingers worked methodically over her clit, using pressure and small movements to elicit the beginning spasms of a powerful orgasm. She had long ago popped her cherry with a hairbrush while fantasizing about Mike Walton, a cute boy in her class. She was in the middle of a large, gaping yawn when Kevin returned with a glass of water and a can of beer.
