Mandy and her brother smoked the roach dead, her high, which had been waning, surged to lift her to the clouds again, she was enjoying the second buzz of the night. They were naked below the waist but she still wore the loose gray top, him his shirt, as they relaxed in the afterglow of the oral sex. He would catch her checking him out, she would lock onto his eyes, and a small smile on her lips would linger for him. Mandy was lying with him; her back was to him so it was her ass pressed against his side. Mandy cried out loudly once, then covered her mouth with the second hand while her body quaked with a strong climax. With two fingertips he gingerly smoothed the creme over the triangle patch of stubble. She was sitting near the end of her bed cross-legged, wearing a loose, light gray satin top, open across the neck, her left shoulder was bare; he could see no bra straps. His sister may have taken the pressure off his balls, but Derek was not sated.
