On the most recent occasion, she said, "Don't balk though. You shouldn't rule it out. What if something ever happened to me, and also to her husband... I would want you to be taken care of, and her as well. That might be the perfect answer in that situation. Seriously." She told me this, and I couldn't believe that she was basically telling me not to stop thinking about fucking her sister. This is so weird because my wife is the type of person that acts like she will tolerate no. I didn't tell you before, but I reserved a room with a big, oversize bathtub for two. I hope you'll like that touch, and as I open the door we see the rest of the dozen white roses I bought. You smile when you see the champagne on ice awaiting us. The room is spacious and airy, and you swoon a little at the luxury I have arranged. I take off my jacket, and you step up to loosen my tie. I look longingly into your eyes as you remove the tie, and start unbuttoning my shirt. I reach around behind. As there was less vehicles we started to have once more. She always used to say that I lick her very nicely. I never knew how I gained that skill till the day. I was just eating her vagina. And drinking those juices flowing like a river from her body. She was like in heaven.Rhythmically she was pushing her hips to my head and giving me more access to her vagina to eat it. She was fully excited. I never seen her in that aroused state till day as we had this love game for nearly around 50s or. My feet carried me away aimlessly, and soon I was completely alone again, surrounded by silence and darkness. Once again, my path was cut off by one of the low rock walls and again I had to decide where to go. But this time, before I could pick a direction, I first had to determine my destination. I sat down on the hard, cold rocks and tried to make up my mind. There was a lot to think about and I had to clear my head a bit before I made any rash decisions. I had set out to find Amanda, and I.