That’s right,” I heard her whisper as she continued to stroke, “do it with me, ahhh, yes do it on me. Susan spoke again. Big cock Our parents were notorious night owls and the quiet was almost oppressive. I could feel Sandy’s fingers still rubbing her clit. Sandy, who was a year older, was two or three inches taller, also very pretty with blonde, brown hair that fell to the middle of her back. We had been raised together for most of our lives. She spoke again, her voice shaking and uneven “When you say stuff like that, you just encourage my nasty pussy.” I heard her rubbing, this time very fast, “Can you imagine a nice girl like me squirting all over you like some slut in heat, I ought to slap your cock myself for even thinking something like that.”
“Go ahead,” I said, “the more I slap it, the dirtier my thoughts seem to get,
