As she sat down, once again she made sure the dress rode up. Dave tried to stay calm as he tried to keep his eyes off Brittany’s nipples pressing ag...inst the fabric of her dress. He had noticed the moment she stepped out of the bathroom. The way her breasts jiggled as she walked back to the table and the way her nipples were quite obvious beneath the thin material of her dress.She made a small adjustment of her dress and leaned forward again as the waiter returned to the table with their meals.. Her hair is almost dry and it's more unkempt than I have ever seen it. She's wearing no makeup and doesn't seem the least bit self-conscious about it. It's a bold statement from her and I find myself sexually moved by it. By that I mean I want to jump her bones but I feel a little intimidated as well. I decide to be direct."Please, Candy, may I lick your fica?"That is how I come to be teaching my favorite sister a poco of Italiano."What the fuck is a fica, Cindy, and why the hell should I let. You pull me towards you, and in one smooth motion, you have impaled me, all the way in so that my ass can feel your balls. And you fuck me. Hard. Like an a****l. And you start to breathe hard and moan. You are pounding me so hard that I clench the sheets for support, but you keep going, fast, and even harder, so that I lay down on the pilllows and clutch the headboard. I hear the sound of your balls slapping my ass, smell your sex sweat, and feel you groan as your cock slams into my tight. At this time, we pulled up in my driveway and before I turned to leave, Scott grabbed my arm and said, "wait!" then I noticed he was rubbing his cock, which was noticebly hard. He said, "what about a blow job for old times sake"? He knew i wouldn't say no because I used to love sucking him off. So I told him to lay his seat back, which he did, then I unzipped his pants and pulled out his thick, hard tool. I immediately started sucking up and down on it and he kept telling me that I was the best.