Andy opened it a crack and a very drunk young man tried to push past him. "Please, oh please, ... I've got to go!" He cried. Claire got out of the way...as best she could and Andy let the door come open. They slipped out as he staggered in.Curious, Claire stayed in the open door as the man, who looked about thirty, muttering to himself, struggled to get his zipper open and his cock out. There he stood, steadying himself with one hand against the wall above the toilet, oblivious of her. Claire. Then slowly, my hands came around to her firm hips. I grabbed the shirt and raised it up slowly. Our kiss broke again, and I pulled off her shirt and threw it on the floor. I looked at my sister, sitting on my lap, our skin touching. Her skin was pale, as was mine, and against that white background, the rainbow striped bra on her chest looked even more vibrant. It was about a 32-34 A, and seemed to delight in cling to such nubile curves. We resumed our passionate kissing, and she resumed. “My jaw is getting tired sir can you fuck me now?” she asked. I lightly slapped her, and this seemed to be the appropriate response she wanted because she smiled. “No I will fuck you when I’m good and ready. I already told you that.” I told her. “Yes sir.” She answered going back to sucking my cock to the point of almost gagging. Just when I thought I was about to come I told her to stop and stand up. “Turn around in front of me, and take your panties off while bending over.” I. And the women get irritated with the men for offering unwanted advice, and the men get frustrated with the women who seem to have all these problems and continually ignore excellent advice on how to clean them all up by the end of the day, if not sooner. They both must like sex an awful lot, because otherwise it is amazing that they ever manage to get together at all and keep the human race from dying out given this true lack of understanding between them otherwise. Men absolutely believe that.