I could feel the wave building inside me, taking me over, stealing my brain. BeePorn We spent a lot of time giggling about what we had done that night, especially when Bet said, “You know what I just realized?”
“That I am much prettier that you?” I suggested. We would regularly masturbate together, each in our own bed, each trying some position or technique, the other copying it: on our stomachs diddling our clits (my favorite to this day), on our back with legs spread wide, fingers in our vaginas – when I pressed one moist fingertip into my asshole, my almost immediate shuddering orgasm led Bet to try the whole finger – she always had to be a little bit better, do a little bit more. Her revenge, by the way, was to do the same to me the next Saturday when our father took us to work with him – except I was sitting on the edge of his office chair, skirt up and no panties, she sucking my clit while her entire hand was buried in my pussy.
