It was as if they shared a special understanding, and in a very private way she had felt like she understood his cock better than he did. She knew wha... it needed, she knew what it liked, and she’d always been madly in love with it, and it with her. And now it came back to her, that wonderful feeling of pleasing him. He’d never asked for much, always something simple and excitingly perverse. His cock was hard, and it steamed in the cold air like it was hot. It felt so wonderfully alive and. “Ah, yes ma’am.” John said as he smiled and walked over to the other end of the counter.“I had a bum come in the other day with a briefcase. He said he found in washed up on the beach, I wasn’t sure if the wallet was originally in the briefcase or what.” He pulled out a metallic briefcase setting it on the table.“Oh my god.” She said covering her mouth.“This was your husbands?” He said as he smiled at her.“Yes.” She said.“Well I am sure he will be glad to have it back.” He said as he put it on. No matter what I did I couldn't cum. The next morning, I ate her out again. Again she begged. I was limp. That night she came back and repeated the process. The reason I kept going was because I loved how I feltAfter about a month, I was really feeling low about being unable to perform. She handed me the pipe and told me to smoke. As I did, she said that she needed some dick and that she might as well be with another bitch if all I could do was eat pussy. I apologized as she pulled out her. Fucking my own sister. What a fucking turn-on. I was not about to ruin this yet. I still had plans for little miss Wynter Smythe. There were other holes to conquer. We finally went downstairs and, as the evening was late, she went back to her sorority with some of her sisters.So we finished up final week and I called Wynter the night before we were all going home for the summer, or, in my case graduating. She was free. And she sounded horny as hell on the phone. Great. I picked her up and we.