Manju repositioned her end of the large rubber cock into her ass, gasping as it went in, as did I. As I passed Manju, my eyes went down to her chest. I was fit to burst, and looked at the others; there was me on my bed sleeping, although Manju had obviously homed in on some particular parts of me; a close-up of my own butt; and although I was mortified that my sister had these images on her phone, I felt a pang of pride, seeing my assets from a third person view for the first time. I repositioned myself so I was lying on top of her. But I was still extremely horny. She then went back upstairs. I had left the photograph menu open. I lapped up every bit, not wanting to waste a drop of the delicious elixir. We knew what we were doing to do next.
