Could I possibly have just dreamt it? No. My cock still felt wet, somehow, and though I was turned on, there was less pressure to relieve myself than ...’d been experiencing lately. It wasn’t a dream; I had emptied myself the night before into Tina’s mouth. Definitely Tina. It wasn’t like her to sneak in and out, but she did have to get to that client meeting.I thought of the blonde hair and blue eyes I had seen, but I told myself that part was fanciful imagining, bound to happen after all my. I started gently and slowly, making love to her, easing my pulsing cock in and out of my sister’s cunt. She grabbed my naked butt and squeezed, pushing down firmly…encouraging me to fuck her harder.I lifted myself up on my arms, towering over her in our missionary position, and started thrusting my dick in and out of her as she spread her legs and wrapped them around my back. I watched her naked tits beneath me…wiggling with each thrust of my hard cock up her snatch.“Oh, Allah…Bhaijaan! Yes!. ..yanked down. He does this forcefully, making my sensible loose fitting jeans fling down where they pool at my ankles. I gasp at this as I feel the cool air on my bare legs while my lacy blank panties are plainly seen to everyone of them. All I do in response of this is to let out a soft whimper as I still try to tell myself that this isn't really happening. That all these men aren't looking at my bare legs and panties.A groan comes out of me now as I then feel my panties forced down. He grabs. Francine, a while ago you asked if I wanted to watch you dance Ragtime. You didn't say you would be giving dance instructions to all the guest and you said nothing about doing Swan Lake. First, when did you learn all this about dance in the Gay 90's.FM: [laughing] It was The Nutcracker, not Swan Lake, but you got the composer right. About Ragtime, I have always loved Scott Joplin. I must have watched The Sting twenty times as a child. Years later I did a stage revival of the movie Ragtime,.