I mean, wow. It was - wow.”Ms. O’Negai sighed. “It - it was good.” She shifted, wincing. “Ow.” She moved stiffly, the pain of her torn hym...n and bruised thighs now piercing the post-coital fog. “Um - could you - turn around or something?” she asked.Ryan started to, then paused. “Wait,” he said. He put his hand on her right thigh where her panties still rested. The white cotton was spotted with red lines. “Let me help with this-” He slid them down her leg and off.Ms. O’Negai’s eyes turned hard,. .Now we began calling in nights … Thus opening up gradually to one another.And soon enough our chats became sex oriented…We started having double meaning talks on phone…One late night someone knocked on my door … Wen I opened I saw sweta was standing wearing sleeveless top and a skirt ..She was looking ugly as usual but still I complemented her and then and there decided to fuck her. While we were still in door and started kissing her neck biting …. Then her lips sucking her tongue… My hands. She'd tried typing a steady stream of drivel on her keyboard to kick-start her creativity. She'd even tried to meditate and calm herself to the point where the ideas would just come to her.But none of it worked. Not one, single, ridiculous thing worked and Devon hadn't written anything worth allowing others to read in six solid weeks. Forty-two days, six hours, 21 minutes, 17 seconds, and counting. In all that time, she hadn't produced one iota of printable work. Hell, she hadn't even done. She was so wet and slick. At the bottom, I pressed a finger slowly into her opening, causing another stir from my sister.“Mmmmm, that feels good,” she breathed.Remembering how she tasted my cum on her fingers, I pulled out then tasted her on mine. I was so lost in the moment. I wanted to drink directly from her well. Without warning, I licked my sisters pussy from bottom to top. As I did I discovered a firm nub. She squirmed more as my tongue dragged over it. I knew this to be her clitoris. I.