The tingling in my feet from poor circulation slowly dissipated. “You haven’t done this before, have you?” It was the taunting voice of an older sister talking to her inexperienced little brother. XXX She must like it. I looked down at my hand and it disappeared under the silky hem of her red dress. I tried to go back to sleep, back into that dream, for Tabatha to hold my feet and suck my cock and finish what she started. The relief provided by the wet dream made it easier to resist the temptation to masturbate. “Hey!” said Tabatha as I pushed past her in the hallway. How was I going to explain why I had my face up close to my Art teacher’s big braless tits?
