Something I often did at home, when there was no one at home, and a full laundry basket. I lifted the white panties to my face inhaling her scent, a b...ttle of oil sat on the counter. I put Becky’s panties in my mouth, the white satin reminding me of the German, as I poured the oil into my hand. Within minutes my already hard cock was pumping my cum on to the counter, as I tasted Becky on the satin material.The following day as we took our place beside the pool, I scanned the area but there was. She cried so often, it broke my heart, but I reassured her that we would be fine. We talked every night. I was able to see her twice in the months we were apart because my flights happened to go in that direction. Once, when I was in Olympia, Washington, she made her way to see me. After a book signing I had done there that day, we spent the evening together in my hotel room, having dinner and talking. That night, she told me she wanted to be together, no more of this dashing in and out and. I could not survive it if something happened to either of you.”Amber gave me a gentle, lingering kiss on my lips. It was not a kiss of lovers but a kiss of deep sisterly love and friendship. “OK, darling, I won’t. I promise. Nothing is going to happen to me or Tamara. We would never leave you or each other,” she told me in a calming voice.Like me, Amber was raised Catholic and she understood the guilt we could place on ourselves and she understood my superstitious beliefs in the power of. We were looking deeply into each other’s eyes. There was not just lust but also love for each other. She whispered in my ear bro make me yours today, i love you a lot, your sister is too horny, fulfill her desires.. i whispered back i love you too. our lips met and we were engaged in a romantic smooch. Her lips were too soft. She was sucking my upper lip while i was sucking her lower. While kissing we were cuddling too..I made her sit on me and lifted her top and started folding her boobs. Her.