As her lips sealed tight, she breathed air into my lungs.It was more than just a kiss, it was life my sister gave me.I grabbed her back and slid my ha...ds down to squeeze her scaly rump. I gripped her as my cock slid into her scales. I felt along her, and then I found her pussy’s entrance. That slit that I had to ram my dick into and fuck her hard.I felt her hymen guarding the entrance. She breathed more air into my lungs as we drifted through the lagoon. I pressed on her virginity. She kissed. We could handle that the pieces were ugly, but the bed had what they call Sleigh head and foot boards. Mom had been the instigator, and it didn't take a degree from Swami U to figure out that I was conceived in the sleigh bed they still had (At least I like to think I was conceived in their bed rather than on the living room coffee table or with mom bent over the kitchen counter, but you never know, do you?), and she wanted whatever grandchildren might come along to be conceived in the same. I was getting it, well I thought so, but I guess I looked a little clumsy early on. Well, whaddya gonna do. Lesson over, I pulled Sam aside. "Hey, Sam, interested in maybe getting a bite to eat?" "Uh, Bruce, I. . ." she started. "Hey Brucie," came a voice from behind me. I turned to see Michael Hoerter, walk up to us. "Ready, babe?" he said. "Sorry, Bruce, maybe another time?" she said. I nodded. "Okay," I said. Childish, I know, but I was starting to break up: I could feel tears forming. “Yeah, right.”“Trust me. I’m going over to say hello. I’ll catch up with you later.”Jim walked over to where Tiffany was sitting at the bar and the rest is written elsewhere, so I won’t repeat it here, except to say that Jim was very surprised to find that a bar in a Red Roof actually stocked Plymouth Gin. In fact, this was the only Red Roof he’d ever stayed at that even HAD a bar.At any rate, after an extremely pleasurable time spent with Tiff and her handsome (and well hung) hubby, during.