It was wonderful! My long blond hair was just like Christina's, thanks to a few touch ups from my sister. I remember being so fussy about my hair with...her."Do you want to look like her or not?" she would demand.Casey was going to be a cosmetologist, so it was a little forward of me to question her as often as I did. But she still had fun giving me make over after make over no matter how fussy I was. For her, it was quite enjoyable having a "sister" to perfect her talents on. As for me, well, I. .. I tried to let her know what was going to happen... but she already knew.. I'm sorry man... but I'm gonna be honest.. with my mouth and tongue buried in the most incredible pussy in the world... my cock in the softest, warmest mouth in the world, and my senses going off the charts.. well.. I exploded... I didn't just explode.. my cock and balls ached and I shuddered and she clamped her pussy down on my my face and we both held on for what seemed like 15 minutes as we rode one. Ab mene usko peeche ghumaya aur uska bra ka hook kholne laga .Bra ka hook kholne k baad mene uske peeth ka har hisse me kiss kiya.aur apne haath se uske nange boobs ko sehelane laga. wo pagalpan me khoti ja rahi thi, aur mujhe v kuch hosh neh tha.ab usne mera shirt k saare button khol k mere shirts ko utar diya. aur mere pure body ko kiss karne lagi, mujhe toh pura mazza aa raha tha. ab mene apna belt khola aur apna pant neeche kar diya. usne mere under wear se jaise hi mera lund bahar nikala ,. “I’m right behind you, Sugar,” Cinnamon said. “Don’t be scared.”“Gee, thanks, Cinnamon.”Armed with a flashlight and dressed in a sweatshirt and latex gloves, I led the way down into the low-ceilinged basement. I’m not sure you can actually call this a basement. It was more like a deep area in the crawlspace that only extended under the kitchen. At some time in the distant past it was used as a fruit cellar for canned goods. A shelf held a series of canning jars, covered with layers of dirt but.