Never had I felt any guilt for fantasizing for my own sister. On the contrary whenever I used to fuck my wife Nila, I was fantasizing that I am fuckin... to my sister Poonam. Which was giving me some more excitement and we used to end up with great orgasm. My sex libido increased to a greater extent after this. My wife asked me so many a times for sudden change in my sexual preferences, but I never gave her real reason. Whenever I used to meet to Poonam I was watching her with some lustful eyes.. We walked over to greet her, a little embarrassed but it was a good icebreaker.“Hola Dr. Mercedes, como esta?” Anita said.“Bien, gracias Anita, but call me Kathy. The doctor stays at the clinic and I know you pretty well already,” she responded with a wink.Anita smiled shyly and quickly turned away from me, but not before seeing a little color in her cheeks.Time for me to stop imitating a dead trout, “Well Kathy, would you care for a drink? I’m having a glass of limeade after that workout. Then. "Coming Mom". I walked slowly into the kitchen and sat down at the table. Ever since my Dad died, my Mom had moved in with me, and taken over the upkeep of the house. I was 22 years old and divorced, and had discovered that I really liked women better than men. I also was into bondage and was definitely a 'top'. I stood about 5'8" tall and weighed about 118 lbs., all nicely distributed on my lanky frame. My mom was still very good looking at 42, shorter than I was at 5'3", and was more. Now? now i was as giddy as a school girl.i read the instruction manual, turns out that it came with a few differentsheets of make up. all i needed to do was like up some registration marks(they looked like tiny birth marks to you) and press the mask, and the makeup would transfer perfectly. i had sheets for any occasion from subtle togarish. i chose something light and simple for the day. light gloss somemascara, nothing else. oh, and i figured out how to put my dick in thething properly,.