I feel the texture of your tongue as it probes my wetness, teases it. I go to pieces when you find my clit and suck on it. You roll it around in your ...eeth, guessing as you always do at what to do. I feel my orgasm lurking behind me. Every motion you make, your long arms coming up and playing with my breasts as you eat me out, your eyes fixed on me and the faces I must be making- everything about it makes me that much closer. I don’t realize that I’m grinding against your face, until the moment. I actually had to laugh at the irony when that realization crashed onto me.I knew I couldn’t let another day pass without facing up to what had gone on between us. I tried to rationalize the whole thing by diminishing what had happened. It was so stupid when I thought about what had actually happened, and I couldn’t believe that it was causing me so much distress. I wondered if my sister was even thinking any of this. Maybe to her it was no big deal, and I was agonizing over this all alone. I. She looked on with interest, her eyes never leaving my body, but roaming up and down, occasionally looking right into my face.I tried to bring my usual fantasies to the fore, but with Helen looking on, it was a little difficult. Despite her presence, I almost felt like I was performing for her and as a result I felt less and less aroused. My cock became limper, and I shrugged a bit abashedly."Something wrong?" Helen asked, as I pulled my hand away from my cock."I just feel a little,. As I described before, they were about a handful each, and they felt amazing in my hands. I squeezed them gently before rubbing her nipples with my thumb. She let out a soft moan when I did that.“Does that feel good?” I asked as I rubbed her nipples again.Sasha bit her lip. “Yes, I love having my nipples played with.”Sasha placed her hand on my thigh and squeezed as I began to pinch her nipples, eliciting another moan. Things continued like this for a few moments. I alternated between groping.