She was so drenched that I just slid in. Porn I couldn’t remove her hand. “Be glad she didn’t walk in on us,” I said firmly. The movie started; it was a romantic comedy. They were so satisfying to squeeze, making my hands melt. “Sometimes more,” Luna said. I was lying right on top of her, my bulge straining against the underwear, poised right at her wet womanhood. “Not true,” I said firmly. I need to cure you!”
We rolled around on bed as I tried to escape her tickling fingers. Luna grinned mischievously. The coast is clear,” she said. “What were the odds of her not opening the door?” I asked her, knowing Luna had inherited Mom’s disdain for knocking on doors. “How?”
“Tickles!”
I barely had time to react before Luna pounced,
