I met Julia's older sister, Anita, for the first time. The Osmanskis were pretty low-key people. After dinner was finished, dessert was served, and th... dishes were washed and put away (yes, I assisted with that last endeavor, scoring major points with Julia's parents), we all spent the rest of the evening in front of the TV, watching a couple of movies. I slept in a spare bedroom. It goes without saying that no hanky-panky took place between Julia and me.Late the next morning, Julia and I got. My fingers are running down your belly to feel your pussy. Nice and wet. Let me hear how wet you are as you slide a finger in your pussy, put the phone close.”She moans and puts the phone over her pussy as she pushes a finger into her wetness. She sounds so wet as he moans over the phone hearing her.“Take a picture and send it to me, I want to see how wet you are for me.”No way is she going to take a picture and send to him, I think. Then to my amazement, she snaps a picture and texts it to. Half way up she slipped her fingers between mine in a small sign of intimacy. I stopped and looked back down at her and squeezed her fingers. She smiled at me and squeezed back and we continued up to my front door. I’d not locked it, so we went in, hand in hand still, and I turned to reach behind her to push the door shut. That pushed me gently against her and I felt the roundness of her breasts pushing against me and her face, her mouth, were just a couple of inches from mine. ‘Welcome,’ I. She tweaked the rubbery nipple so it stood tall and proud. That produced even greater sound effects as Susan was now writhing with sexual energy, ready to explode. Desperately, she was pulling on me and trying to move into position where I could enter her and give her the release she so desperately desired.I accommodated her and in one motion buried myself into her dripping wet sheath. I held my position for a moment, since she was so tight. While she was not a virgin, she still proved to be.