His large forearm muscles bunched as he resisted the urge to pick up a hammer and destroy his creation. His breath came in shallow pants, until he was...able to control himself. Slowly, he pulled out the lock box and slid the unfinished rose into it, and locked the cover. He'd find something else to give her. Tomorrow, yes tomorrow, he'd burn the rose.Just as all of the carvings of his childhood had been burned... Ken leaned back from his desk, rubbing his eyes. He was very glad that Ellen and. I was no longer a virgin and it was my gorgeous sexy big sister whose pussy I was now pounding. And, she was loving it! Her moans were loud, and her legs were now wrapped around my ass, her hands on my back with her hips thrusting upwards to meet my every stroke. We built up a great rhythm and my cock was getting buried to the hilt inside her wet cunt each time. It was not long when I felt the cramping in my balls signaling the start of my orgasm. I was too far gone to think about the potential. We turned in to approach the house, and that was when we got our second surprise of the day. There was a fairly new sedan parked beside the house, and there was a glint of steel at one window. I yelled, "ARLENE, LOOK OUT! THERE IS A GUN POINTED IN OUR DIRECTION FROM THE HOUSE!"Fortunately, that gun was a shotgun that was fired too soon so that we were out of practical range. Both Arlene and I skidded to a halt and ducked behind some brush. I exclaimed, "What the hell is going on!?" as I checked. You come up with an idea, she could help with your homework, and so yougo round to her house and nervously ring the bell, and knock on thedoor. Gatsby in hand. But she's not home. You curse, consideringabandoning the whole enterprise, having to wait until monday to seewhat she'll be wearing. To imagine that body underneath. And the bodyunderneath that.You walk around the house, into the backyard, to a glorious sight. Herlaundry, hung out to dry like bunting. You see the brown sweater dress,so.