I asked how often she had sex. She said once in six months. I asked her if she like sexting. After a long break, I received a message “yes”. I was...lonely she was married still lonely. So we decided to sext each other and that will be it. From that day her talking style changed drastically. I was shocked that this sweet girl is showing me her other face. She is sexy as hell.She named me as ‘cocky’ and I named her ‘Pus’. Then on we started sexting each other daily. One dayShe: Hey cocky what’s. Bastard! He stood ME up!" she roared.I smiled to myself. My prick teasing, sanctimonious, self-centred sister had been stood up! It was poetic justice.Shelly gulped down the last of her wine and poured herself another glass, as she sat up to pour the wine her legs parted and I could see up her skirt; her slim thighs, encased in the sheer taupe nylons led my eyes to her crotch. She was wearing red satin panties; clearly visible through her sheer-to-the-waist pantyhose, her ample breasts clung to. Now, fuck your fat cock up inside my pussy, and show me how to get my come. I’ll swear to to right now, you can have my pussy exclusively until I graduate from high school.”“That’s fair enough. Fuck me slow, Judy, at least until you get your pussy wet and used to my cock, then fuck me like you love me.”“OH FUCK YES! I do love you, and I love your fat cock inside my pussy too ... I think I could ... I mean ... OH FUCK YES! I just got my first come. Fuck me faster, Jerry. I want some more.”I woke. "It's OK Frank," Angel encouraged, "I was a prostitute."Frank had been struggling since he found out about it. He was doing better now but he wasn't quite there yet. "I know you must have had your reasons for doing it," he said."I did," Angel agreed."I am trying not to judge you," Frank said and it was obvious to Angel that Frank didn't want to talk anymore about it. He led her to the car and opened the door, "Give it a try," he suggested.Angel put the key in the ignition and her car started.