Only now, for a reason that I couldn'tbegin to comprehend, she wasn't my sister. I wasn't her brother. I washer daughter, the daughter who, without wa...ning, somehow had become thechild from hell shortly after Sarah and her husband divorced about sixmonths ago.I fully could understand her yelling at Becky. They had been quarrelingfrom almost the minute they arrived, about one thing or another,including Becky's clothes and her attitude. But I couldn't understandSarah yelling at me.Only... I could. Then Sarah and I went to take a shower. Sarah got undressed first and I must say that she's got a pretty figure. When she had her shower I got undressed too and jumped right in after her. Compared with Sarah I wish I had firm tits and a well fitted belly like hers. Meanwhile Zach had lit candles for us in their bedroom. When we came in there, Zach had gone to another of their bathrooms to take a shower of his own. Sarah and I walked naked through the house to the bedroom and there she helped me. It felt better than I had imagined when I slid my cock deep into her cunt until it was totally and exquisitely unfolded in her delicious warmth. Perhaps it was the effect of the spices Kumar had used to inflame her flesh, but when I anointed her luscious inner recesses with my hot essence, the pinnacle of my climax seemed sweeter and more intense than any orgasm I had known in the nearly five decades since my first pussy. The incredible zenith of a night that was the quintessence of sexual. She has already managed to get her hand between my thighs and is ready to penetrate me. I too am already wet - dripping. I stop and slide on top of her. I kiss her passionately on the lips and make a trail of kisses leading from her lips, neck, shoulder, cleavage, breasts, and stomach until I am positioned between her thighs. I alternate kisses between her pussy and her thighs, teasing her. I can feel Raven grinding into me wanting more. I take one hand and spread apart her pussy lips to reveal.