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Sophie would always ask me what I was writing and I just told her my thoughts about life and stuff. I didn’t tell her much more because she could never find out what I was really writing about. But it kept getting worse as time progressed. I would always shaved try to peek a look while she was changing. She had an amazing body. He had B cups, long blonde hair and was slightly shorter than me. She has a build like mine but didn’t play any sports, which I think is stupid considering she would be great at volleyball or running for school like I did. I would masturbation also put on little shows while I got dressed and would always undress in front of her on purpose whenever I got the chance. I think at first she didn’t notice or care but when she started to notice I backed off a bit. I didn’t want her to know what it was an easy way to mask my feelings and drop hints. Once, I almost broke up with Allison for my sister, but that would be just wrong and super harsh. Lucky for me, I didn’t have to break up with Allison because she did it for me the next day. I was happy and sad at the same time. Happy I could be with my sister and sad I couldn’t be with my sister. Conflicting emotions really suck! After being single for only two days, I already wanted to tell Sophie. Feeling it was time, I wrote in my journal. “3/28/16- Dear Diary, I am finally going to profess my love to my sister Sophie tomorrow. I can’t take it anymore. I’ve tried everything I can to mask my feelings but nothing is working. I think it’s time she knows the truth. I hope she feels the same way about me too. I need to tell her before she finds out herself.” -Chloe I put my journal on top of my dresser and forgot to take it to school so Sophie could never find it and read it. I went to school but it was way to hard to focus because of knowing what I was going to do. I tried to get out of volleyball practice so I would have time to prepare but we had a game next week so I had to stay. As soon as practice was over fetish I raced home. I ran up the steps and when I opened the door, I ran up stairs to our blonde room and when I opened the door, I almost cried. Sophie had my journal in her Solo hands and was reading it. Most of her inner-monologue went like: I love my master, and I want to suck her cock, and I want to cook her dinner, and I want her in my butt, and I want to buy her flowers, and I want to eat masturbation her ass, and I want to get her chocolates… Which, while annoying, was certainly easier to ignore than the train of treason she was spewing now. They like looking at you. While he drove, he stole glances at Ashley when he could; her hair was a Solo little longer, and if anything, she was more toned and lithe looking than he had ever seen her. She shoves her hand and the dildo into her shorts. He was completely smooth, a fact that made her pussy even wetter as she too started to undress. Blood was pouring out blonde of his eye socket where the knife protruded. He did pass a request from a certain police officer for me to report to him to finish clearing up the complaint and to sign the report that I had made on the incident. "Yay! As he did this, a light rush of air passed between my legs. It was time to give her what she wanted... LUCILLA I relayed Ha Na’s request to Mac and he smiled as he said Angela had asked him if he thought it would be possible for me to let her have fun with my wife. Her hand massaged my swelling dick in my slacks. “Mistress, hmm?” She chuckled, gently grasping the chained leash, “I like it.” It was an incredible delight to enjoy. She had leaned back on the counter and was blocking the sink so he reached around her to rinse his hands. fetish “You... took care of her.” I know that the toast is for dipping into the shaved over-easy part of the egg. Harry could hear someone getting off from down stairs. I couldn't wait any longer; I had to fuck her. Throbbing. I do have an idea if you want to hear it?” There was something maddeningly erotic about how that belly, topped with a piercing, gently curved upward from the beautiful symmetrical breasts, only to quickly sweep down to the barely concealed lips of her womanhood. Just don't damage the goods. About half an hour later, the bus pulled into the parking lot and the marching band got off. I'm good. “Well daddy, you have no idea…” And he just chuckles it off. He'd gone back to his old job as a life guard...that gave him an excuse to check out other girls and try to get Lori out of his head. Ohhhhhh!"