Sign up or log in to share. There's my flirty flip- up-the-skirt move from behind. Then you have the friendly park-bench move, just a little underneath the skirt. The all-the-way-under-the-panties-while-kissing maneuver. The catch-her-by-surprise thigh fondle, or the panty-pinching variation.
She found me with my hands around chickens, fingers stretched wide, thumbs over beaks. My skirt, mud-weighed, tugged at my ankles as I dipped low. Silly to curtsey while armed with birds, I knew, but it had to be done. The lady, still horsed, with her legs one on either side and her skirt hitching up to show a handspan of stocking.
Just give up little Pauly you know you can never stand up to your big sis. Paul and his sister were locked in one of their usual battles. Hands locked together and pushing against each other in an attempt to break each other the two pushed with all their might. But it seemed quite obvious that Paul was fighting a losing battle, like he always was. Yes his sister had always been much more athletic than him and the fact he still continued to pick fights with her was baffling even to him.