Would it help, if you wanted to, I mean, to look at mine?”
I nearly died when she said that. Indian hot sex She put a towel over her face. Sometimes she would measure my erections to see if I’d grown. “What is it?”
“I can see down the top of her shirt. I figured why keep the shirt on if the bottoms are gone. I realized I hadn’t brough the backpack to sit on. Amber got up and walked into the kitchen to examine herself under better light. I did as instructed. I raised an eyebrow when she walked down the stairs in it. She paused for a second as it processed in her head what happened, then she went full bore at her pussy rubbing faster and faster until her own orgasm hit. I went to my room but had a hard time falling asleep. When she did that, she used two, or even three fingers. “Dad had put a few in there over the years from the mower kicking stuff up. I tried to push along side her to see. Once I started masturbating and got my period it changed. “My aim is uncontrollable when THAT happens.” We both laughed and went our own ways to clean up.
