Sally went down on it bobbing her head like she’d seen him do. “Is that okay?” She purred as she released it and looked up at him.“Fuck yes!�...� He grinned and she went back to it, licking the sides then taking as much as she could into her mouth. While it wasn’t much, about 3 inches, it was more than Ian could take, and he loved it. He started moaning and fucking her face. He closed his eyes and Sally looked up at him as she sucked and licked his cock. She was waiting until he was really. I was well aware that girls did stripes great justice.I just hadn't ever considered Sharon in that light. When did my sister get boobs anyway?Once those considerations melted away, I had my usual bad temper."Hey, that's my shirt!"The table was silent.I pressed. I insisted. "That's my shirt--give it back!" You never wear it," Sharon dismissed my complaint.Mom backed her up. "It's too small for you." But it's mine!" I countered."So why don't you wear it," Sharon stabbed, "and look like a preppy. Maybe that jack hammer had used it all up."I'm not sure I want you to be IN love with me, and I'm afraid that if we make love, you might fall in love with me," she explained.I gasped for air. It was either that or pass out."I've upset you," she said softly.I held up my hand. If she kept talking I'd just explode. She started to say something and I pushed my palm at her twice. She bit her lower lip, which just about undid me, but I breathed and counted in my head until my breathing was relatively. Your mails egg me on to write more. This story has previous parts which can be read above (links on top).Now continuing with the story….I reached my hotel and masturbated thinking about Nisha and I oozed so much cum that I myself couldn’t believe it. I then slept and was woken up next morning around 7:30 by my ringing mobile. It was Ravi on the other end and he had called to tell me that Nisha had loved the massage last night and she was so horny and wet that they had a rocking session that.