“Hmmm…” She once again sighed.As I began to stroke, I reached around and began to massage her button as I thrust. Marcy reached back and joined...her hand with mine. Soon our combined effort were causing us both to lose ourselves in the pleasure. I grabbed Marcy by the butt with both hands as my thrusting started to really get intense. As I felt myself start to cum, I pulled out and shot my load all over my step-sister’s back. We collapsed onto the mattress from exhaustion.“Ah, that was. That was easier said than done. She was a giggly mess and just getting her to follow me was a challenge. Still, we eventually made it to her apartment and I managed to get her inside. But my job was not over yet. I escorted her to her room and eased her onto her bed. The second her head hit the pillow, she passed out. I considered leaving her that way, but the jacket she was still wearing would make for a sore awakening. So I got to work. It took a while, but I managed to remove her jacket.. His hands moved to his khakis, his fingers finding the sides of his penis. He made and adjustment, and I could clearly see the length (and width) of his cock. He squeezed it, and started rubbing a bit."Better?" I asked.He managed to say yes."You like my panties?" I asked him again.He said yes - in the same, low tone."My cotton panties?" I said, stressing the word "panties."He nodded ... barely."My pink cotton panties?" I emphasized each word, still moving my hips for him.Another nod. His hand. Come on it for me.” Justine’s hands were squeezing her tits as she watched me and I could see the rapid rise and fall of her chest. She was as excited as I was. Perhaps it was telling me what to, of being in control. “I want you to tell me when you’re about to come, Peter, because today’s your lucky day.” Justine was using a very sexy, breathy tone as she squashed her breasts into an inviting chasm of flesh. “How long have you wanted to do this, Peter? How long have you wanted to see me like.