He knew that the situation was not quite the same because she was adopted and all and she didn’t look like his other sisters because she was mostly ...talian and not Irish like them. Still, sisters are sisters, adopted, not adopted, it really didn’t make any difference when it came time to bury the old salami in that place all girls love to have stuffed on a regular basis. He knew for a fact that his older sister Arlene was taking it there and in her backside and her mouth as well because she. Her legs were clamped tight to his head as she rode her pleasure waves and her juices flowed into his mouth. He relished in the sweet tasting nectar, lapping it all, the tight walls of her pussy clenched around his fingers, as though they didn't want them to exit ever. As the tremors continued through her, he shifted position and, extracting both hands, he rolled her onto her stomach. Grasping his rampant cock he guided it to her ready and waiting arse, plunging in balls deep. The tightness. Maybe we shouldmake it a maximum of four hours instead of three. That way for sure I'llbe able to spend good time with you when I'm done. And hopefully I'll bedone earlier and won't need to keep you out for the maximum four hours."I consented to that.I was sitting upright on the edge of my bed, about to put the ginger in mymouth, knowing that it only took a few seconds to take effect. I was goingto reposition myself so that I was lying down comfortably before puttingit in my mouth, but Roger. “I am serious as well,” she said. Damn.“Okay,” I replied. “But you just met me.”“It doesn’t matter,” she shot back biting down on her lower lip. “When I see something I want, I go for it.”Damn.It was a Saturday morning, late, and I had to go to work at three. I quickly glanced at the clock on my cell phone. I didn’t want to waste a few hours, and not do my best to please her. Think. Think. Think.“Do you want to go back to my place or go to yours?” I asked.“Let’s go to my place,” she said.“Where.