?"He let her guide him back down between her quivering, anxiously spread thighs, a whimper an animalistic groan of her own, the blonde, lust-intoxicat...d young wife drew her knees back to her breasts, pulling his nose back tight down into her wetly throbbing vagina!His loving tongue flicked up the fire-filled passage like an attacking lizard, his own whines blending with hers as he fiercely lashed and penetrated again and again into the glistening pink flesh between her lewdly spread thighs and. I wasn't quite sure if what I was being offered was what she wanted me to do until she flexed her hips so that her pussy was now pressed against my face. I dipped my tongue into her slit and began to taste her juices.Gawd, if I'd thought Brie's cunt tasted great, my sister's juices were even better! She had a flavor that reminded me of a fine wine; sweet, tangy, and slightly acidic. I became an instant connoisseur, lapping and licking her entire pussy, flicking my tongue over her inflamed. I knew it was something filthy, best of all. I remember moving her hand for her, as she gradually drove her fingers deeper into the folds of her clothing, and remember well guiding her hand from her own frame to my thigh, and encouraging a slow traverse upward towards the goal of possessing my convulsing arousal. I could feel the pre-cum at my tip at such times. I could smell her musk, alluring, heady, potent. Her words whispered would become more distinguishable as time moved forward in a. Besides, we can't heat anything up – the stove is electric."They had some snacks by the light of the candles. Sitting close to each other, against the encroaching darkness, they drank tap water and munched on cookies.Megan, sounding normal, said "You know, now that the wind has slowed down, it's kind of romantic to eat with the candles."But what are we going to do? It's too dark to play board games, and there is no television, music or computer without electricity?"Should we phone mom and dad?".