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Watching Mandy Masturbate – Then Offering to Help

... Thinking about Craig was going to cause Mandy to have the best orgasm ever. Or so she thought... As Mandy began to masturbate, she had a hard time, as she was always trying to stifle the soft moans that came as her delicate little fingers stroked her tight pussy. She was totally free of pubic hair, as gymnasts need to be, and she loved how smooth her pussy felt as she stroked herself gently. She often listened to soft music, and had become able to stroke herself in time with some of her favorite songs. It was a fun game for her, and the result was always the same. When the music was over, there would be a puddle of hot, sticky juice between Mandy’s legs, and the biggest smile ever on her pretty face. For his part, once Jim began to hear Mandy moaning softly, he was distracted from his schoolwork. It was difficult to distract Jim from his studies, normally, as he was quite the intellectual, but just the sweet sound of his sister’s soft moans drew Jim to the small hole in the wall that allowed him to see EVERYTHING that was going on in Mandy’s room. What was even better was that in the heat of her masturbation, Mandy would NEVER think to look at the hole in the wall, which she didn’t even pay attention to...BUT TODAY WOULD BE DIFFERENT. As Mandy moaned softly, Jim sat with his eye to the hole, watching as his sister’s tiny fingers gently massaging her soft pussy. As she got deeper into her orgasm, Jim watched intently as Mandy’s body bobbed up and down on the bed, now that ...

... she was clearly not in control of her movements. Jim was particularly turned on when Mandy would stroke her tiny breasts. After all, they had been held captive in her tight leotard all afternoon, and by massaging them, it was Mandy’s way of “apologizing” to her beautiful breasts for holding them hostage. They were so small and so perfect. Small like lemons, smooth like the skin of a newborn baby and tiny nipples, small as pencil erasers, cherry red, and hard as diamonds. Squeezing her nipples gave Mandy the greatest pleasure, but she had to be careful. While she didn’t know that Jim could see everything she was doing, she was keenly aware that even with his head buried in his schoolbooks, he might still be able to hear her if she got too loud. Mandy continued to pleasure herself for 15 or 20 minutes, massaging her pussy until a long, thick ribbon of juice coated her taut stomach. Making herself cum was Mandy’s goal every day. It was the ultimate relaxation, and like gymnastics, where performance is everything, masturbation was no different for her. She always had to be at the top of her game. She HAD always been discreet, but on that particular day, the strength and ferocity of her orgasm must have clouded her judgment. It was a mistake she would certainly pay for. Not even thinking about her brother in the next room, Mandy walked out in the hall, totally naked, the warm stream of sticky juice now cooling on her chest and slowly oozing down her legs. As she walked into the ...