" Mom smirked at me as if she was saying the words to me instead of my sister.At that, I pushed my hips forward and parted my sisters virgin cunt with...just the head of my dick, causing a small bead of her girl liquid to drip down onto moms leg. "Mmm Jeff, please take it slow" My sister groaned.I slowly pushed a little more of my throbbing dick into my sisters wet hole and the head slid into her quivering entrance. She stopped kissing my mom and was staring down into her face, concentrating on. Funerals were expensive too, it seemed, and Karen was forced to sell her mother's house in order to pay to have the old woman buried next to her husband, Karen's father.And so Karen found herself working at the only job she was really qualified for: vacuuming floors, making beds and cleaning toilets in one of the towns swankier hotels. The pay wasn't brilliant, the hours were okay, and the work was pretty disgusting when it all came down to it. Sometimes she wondered just exactly what sort of. Great minds must think alike, as you obviously are too.” She nodded, saying, “Yes, I am. No second guessing? Not having doubts now, in the clear light of day?” I considered that for a moment; now, without the pressing urgency of the arousal we’d both been influenced by the previous evening, would be the time for the doubts to begin gnawing away, but I really didn’t have any at that moment. Well, not any more than usual, at least. I shrugged. “No, I guess not. It still sounds like fun, and. I order you to show me.”I look down to see both forearms shielding my chest from view. It is more difficult for some reason, this sudden shift from cover to exposition. Can you sense my nervousness? Does it peep through to your searching gaze like my flusters? I am on the precipice of giving in. What will it take?Strong, calloused hands take my forearms and yank them away. I yelp in surprise; it certainly wasn’t my expectation to be forced into action. But then again…you are my sir. And I must.