We went on like that until the cock head found a stable spot to anchor on to my pussy. Half of his cock head dig into my pussy door establishing its i...tention. It went to a point where I realized that there is no turn back other than to plunge it deep into my love hole. And I did just that. His cock rammed deep into my hole. It went to the depths where my fingers could not have reached. It went into areas unused for long years. In one stroke I was sitting tightly against his lap with his cock. On the way, I saw Brooke shyly slipping her hand into Andrew Hemingway's. This was the third afternoon in a row they were spending alone together.Andrew saw me and waved. He'd been really formal and polite with me, recognizing that my sister and I were very close and that he wanted to be on my good side. Brooke caught his wave and turned to see me, blushing and smiling sweetly.I looked at the happy expression on my sister's face, completely serene and without tension, bitchiness, or any sign of. As I walked back toward the house, I started thumbing through it. The first thing I noticed there was a letter from my lawyer, and one from my best friend, Marcus. Marcus lives clear on the other side of the state. We have been friends for a long time. We can talk about anything, and he’s a great listener. He will listen, hold me, or if I wanted fuck me through the night, until we are both totally satisfied. He is about my age, a short, muscular, well build man with salt and pepper hair and. His gaze snapped immediately to the doorway, and to Sandy standing there. What he saw took his breath away.The light from the hallway highlighted Sandy's body through the translucent gauze of her gown. There was no mistaking that she was wearing nothing under it. "Oh my God!" he murmured, covering his mouth.Sandy guessed what effect the hallway light was creating, but snapped, "What ... what is it?" as if she had no idea."Uh ... uh..." Bob stammered. "You are gorgeous ... and that gown ....