She nodded and so did I. I pulled my penis out a little and with one swift swoop, I push my penis all the way inside my sisters forbidden zone. My sis...er quickly let out a scream of pain. She never said stop so I started to pump my penis in and out of my little sisters pussy. The feeling was estatic once again. My sister and I started to groan and moan with each-other as we continued to fuck each-other dry. My sister's eyes were closed, like she kept feeling pain over and over as my body kept. This expression — making love — is very important to me. I think the difference between "making love" and simple "fucking" is the difference between "precious" and "cheap", or between "real pleasure" and just "sticking it in". I like "making love" and not "fucking". I finally made love to you in spite of my objections. Please let us cherish this special memory as it is and not repeat it unless the circumstances are very special too."When we met at breakfast, Dad slapped my back, smiled and gave. "Oh, Mike. I was so afraid you would think I was... well, I was afraid you would hate me for letting you think I was something that I'm not. Thank you. I promise I'm going to make you so happy..."Without breaking the kiss, Mike reached behind his bride and picked up a bar of fragrant soap. His hands worked up a rich lather on her back and buttocks. Turning her around, Mike pressed his erection into her back as his soapy hands caressed her full breasts. With a handful of lather stroked he her. . I remember you Ron. How are you?" she asked brightly."Fine, thanks. Ahh ... Dorothy ... the reason I called, I'm looking for Penny Lane," still stammering."Oh ... Oh, gee, I don't know where she is, Ron. She left town with some guy ... Brian was his name I think. I think she might have said something about New York, but, gee ... I'm not sure," she confessed."New York? So ... she was with some guy?" I wasn't sure I wanted to hear her answer."Yah ... like I said ... Brian somebody. I don't.