Some of her cum stayed on my fingers. Xxx She whispered, “who do you think about when you touch yourself?”
“Nobody,” I timidly replied, but she caught me in the obvious lie. I inserted the same finger inside of her pussy. Her breasts were beautiful and bouncy, and when she bent over to pick up something from the floor, they pointed downward. The pleasure shot down my spine and resounded into every limb of my body. I pondered how horrible of a person I was for touching myself, and how worse I was for thinking of my sister while I was doing it. Again, I hated myself for lusting after my sister, but I couldn’t help it, and I could feel my pussy getting wet. Evidently, Grace wasn’t any braver than me. I saw my breasts moving up and down quickly because I was breathing heavily.
