All that sex had helped but she still had that itching, tingly sensation inside her pussy. She knew that Jon needed some rest so his body could recove..., but she still caressed her clit to help calm herself.After he awoke and had a cereal bar, he gave her a glass of water to drink, and they fucked again and then some more. They did anal again; after he cleaned himself up they fucked again. He was lasting and lasting but it still wasn't long enough. He ended up falling asleep again and when he. But that’s a bit disingenuous, isn’t it? When she told you she was ovulating and it was time to turn the lights off and have a go, she did seem to stiffen at your touch.She wasn’t the foreplay type, not very sexual, just wanted to get pregnant. That suited you though, the foreplay thing always seemed like a bit of a waste of time. It’s a waste anyway, isn’t it? With too much foreplay men would just ejaculate far too soon wouldn’t they? Plenty of times in the early days you would shoot your sad. “Oh my God I am coming darling. I am cumming” and with that she groaned and shook all over. “I am close” I said “do you want me to pull out”. “Fuck no. Don’t you dare” she cried, so I unloaded into her already soaked pussy. She squealed as she felt me flood her. “Don’t stop” she again yelled “don’t you stop until that cock is totally limp and she came again before I finally stopped.She turned around and threw her arms around my neck and kissed me passionately. “Thank you darling” she said “it. "Messy kids, leaving their clothes on the floor. I told them a million times to put them in the basket!" my mom sighed, before picking up the clothes and throwing them in the basket. I exhaled in relief. The shower cubicle was small, only designed for one person at a time. As a result, my sister was pressed up against my body, her soft chest rubbing against mine, the heat of her pussy radiated onto my hand. As my mom went about her business, I could hear my sister's breathing get heavier and.