Sunday arrived and I was feeling more nervous than I could ever remember. Jeremy's body language wasn't giving away anything at all. Every time I saw him, he barely glanced at me. My parents seemed oblivious, which didn't surprise me. All day long, all I could think about was whether or not I should actually go through with my plan. In the end, my body's arousal won me over and dictated what I should do that night.
Finally, it was time to go see my brother. Either that, or stay in my room and forget about what I told him was going to happen. My throbbing p***y ultimately made the decision, though. It was nearly eleven at night when I forced myself to overcome my apprehension and get out of bed. Landing on my feet, I nervously strode over to my dresser and dug through my clothes. I wanted
