Babe, I’m sorry!”
“Don’t worry about it,” I said, wiping the slobber off of my face. XXX I opened her legs, and moved in. She must’ve heard me wake up, and I got her attention. I waited for acknowledgement, then started to pump slowly. “Oh, I’m sorry, so sorry, baby!”
“Don’t worry about it.”
I gathered some of that liquid off of myself, and lapped it off of my hand. At first, it wasn’t such a big deal, but then it had started to grow on me, and for the first week out of that 8 hour torture, I had grown into my backyard chair for another 8 hour torture session with myself. We smiled. Jessica was a freshman, going on sophomore, and her sister was an eighth grader going on freshman, I, however, was on par with Jessica.




















