Alyssa moaned as I delicately inserted my middle finger inside her and then curled it slightly upwards. Mature sex I could tell this was something she really wanted. He was fully clothed and his head was on the table and he was shielding his eyes from the light with a half drunk cup of coffee next to him. She tasted distinctly different than me. “You sound drunk, please tell me that you weren’t driving,” I said apprehensively. It was about eleven o’clock and my parents were already in bed asleep and Jim was out doing God-knows-what, or who. I gasped as her tongue again made contact with the lips of my vagina. “Yeah, you do that,” Michael said, giving my brother one last hard-nosed look as he walked away. He gave me a look of disdain. “Go Fuck Yourself!!” I yelled back, before closing the front door.
