The talk had already delayed my climax and I again pushed my burly cock in my sister’s deep, slippery, wet and warm pussy hole. We were rocking up a...d down ferociously and I was pumping her pussy with a missionary zeal. “Oh, why did you make it a forbidden fruit?” I moaned in extreme pleasure, while burying my cock deep down my sister’s pussy..My sister was getting mad like me and she raised and lifted her pussy mound fairly up; to get the maximum inside her. “Oooh, lil bro, your forbidden. " "I don't suppose...no you wouldn't." "What?" I asked, eager to please this wonderful woman. "Well, I was wondering if you'd mind getting rid of the hair. I know I'm asking a lot, but I hate hairy men, I find smooth skin much sexier. Am I asking too much?" She purred. "No of course not, I'll do it as soon as I get home." "Are you leaving?" She asked in a surprised voice. "No, not unless you want me to." I replied nervously. "Then why do you have to wait until you get home, there's a razor in. It was Eileen who deepened the kiss, and true to Patrick’s sensitive, passionate nature, he followed her signals, but led with his own fire. Quickly his hands joined mine in roaming over her. Patrick had an unusual gift: he managed to savour even in hot, fevered sex, and in that savouring, transmitted his pleasure right back to you. I saw how it amazed Eileen as he savoured and shared and talked, telling us how he was enjoying his exploring and what he was finding. He concentrated on Eileen,. Well, she'd have a year to work on herhair. She raised her arms, watching how her breastslifted in her reflected image, and that strangefeeling of being watched returned. Quickly, she puton the night shirt again and got into bed.She was reaching for the oil lamp, a bit out ofreach, when, unbelievably, it went out on its own,leaving her in total darkness. She crawled underthe covers and closed her eyes, but she couldn'tseem to sleep. She opened her eyes, now darkadapted, and saw, to her.