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So Vickie and I have similar class schedules, we usually carpool to school except on Fridays. I should mention my guy friends went to the university, sometimes Vickie's friends and I hang a little, but not very often. I just bought my first adult magazine called ' Velvet' which I'm dying to check out. I usually will grab one of her bras or bathing suits, too.

Remember, this is the 80's and we weren't rich. I like to run my cock in the bra cups, imagining my cock touching tits...

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Warning #3: The buildup takes awhile, but hang in there! I thought I was a sex freak, but it turns out it wasn't all that abnormal. I was living at home with my mom (ugh) and sister Vickie. I wouldn't be writing about her if she was a skank.

But she's not the real story, you'll see.

It's pretty much like high school, meaning that it sucks. My skin is mostly clear, but I'm still dreadfully shy. Jack-off material consists of Cosmopolitan magazines, Sears catalogs (full figured bra department) etc. My routine, since school started, is to go into my sisters room, get naked, spread out my stuff, and then hump her bed like crazy. Slamming the door, she stomps off yelling "Wait till mom comes home." Mom, Jesus. Vickie knocks on the door and says to come set the table, my job that week. For all of Mom's faults, she makes a killer meatloaf. Mom keeps talking while Vickie repeats a few of these motions, all the while mouthing the word ' Pervert" to me.

I'm very nice and respectful of women, and that's gotten me nowhere. I have the house to myself, it's about the only time. You see, her bed spread is some kind of fabric that is very soft and silky smooth. I pile up a few pillows under my chest (I pretend they are big tits) and when I'm ready to cum, I roll over and shoot my sperm all over my chest and stomach. She will make my life a living hell if she hears about this. I tell her I'm not coming, I don't feel well. I drag myself out to the kitchen, make nice with mom, and start setting the table.

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