I don’t have any right to stop her, or even to complain about it.She probably needs someone closer to her own age. And that thought sours my stomach... It’s not like I chose to get older. Hell, I was stunned when I survived to turn thirty a little over a couple of decades ago. It wasn’t like nobody had tried to kill me.My survival is a testimony to the global problem of really bad marksmanship. Given how pervasive that problem is, they should probably start a charity.I can already picture Sally. Yes, thanks Brian.’ Brian lent forward confidentially. ‘Jeff, I do have to warn you about Kylie. She’s a very difficult daughter. She’s 18 and really pig headed. She never listens to anything Tracey or I say and sometimes she’s rude. You know what 18 year olds are like.’ Jeff remembered Sally’s text and did know. ‘Here they are now. Hi darlings.’ Brian waved. Jeff remembered Tracey from the conference. With a classic bone structure, she must have been beautiful in her youth. Now there was a. When I say beautiful, it really doesn't come anywhere near getting across just how stunningly gorgeous Isabella was. My husband and I agreed that it wouldn't have been surprising to see her modeling. Not just like nude modeling either. She would have fit on magazine covers for sure. After a few weeks and maybe 5 email exchanges, it got even better. She seemed really cool and down to earth. She was excited that we were a very much in love, happily married, couple looking to share an amazing. I did the same to her. My hands grabbed her rump as I delved my lips into the brassy-brown curls of her bush. Her sweet musk filled my nose. My fingers dug into her rump as I thrust my tongue out and slid it across her pussy, gathering up her sweet juices.What a wonderful way to spend a Sunday afternoon.My fingers kneaded at my sister's rump as we devoured each other. Our tongues started out in sync, licking up each other's slit from taint to clit in the same moment. It was incredible, almost.