I wasn’t sure what to do. Sex Jen might, sure. I could see the root of my recovering manhood barely visible at the apex of her crotch. “Sorry, sis, didn’t mean to be so loud. That was fantastic!” She said to me, her brown eyes locking me in their gaze, “I don’t know what came over you, but I like it!”
“I don’t either,” I replied, tracing a finger over her breast, “but it sure was exciting!”
We laid there for several minutes before Jen decided she needed to go clean up. Hold still a minute.” Colette got up and turned around, then straddled my head with her thighs, facing me. My head fell back down to the pillow as I laughed hard, “Well there’s one I can honestly say I haven’t considered!” I said. Uncle!” Colette called out, trying to push Jen off of her. It had been 3 days since I’d seen her, and even though I was certainly not lacking for sexual fulfillment while I was away, I never had any lack of drive at the testosterone crazed age of 18. Moaning louder, I could tell Jen was close to another orgasm, I had a little ways to go yet.
