My dad grinned to see me so upbeat, commenting on how I must have had a good time. Indian Sex Far more evident were his gasps and sighs, and even the occasional wet slap of his dick in his palm. And of course I took the time to strum my clit while I was in there. The touch of my panties on it was enough to set me going, and I wondered if I would ever be dry again. He had no idea. It was my 15-year-old brother, Ricky, and he was looking at me. I was actively contemplating blackmail! The fact is that I was operating on zero sleep in about 24 hours though, and a fair amount of exercise – of all sorts – during that period had left me pretty much devoid of energy. Ricky appeared totally oblivious to the fact that, with my head tilted off to the left, I had a perfect reflected view of him as I touched myself. I was paranoid that smells would cling to it, so I often went through it several times with soap and water, just to be sure.
