Matthew watched me with a huge grin on his face.‘Perv,’ he said.‘It was your idea!’‘I didn’t tell you to sniff and lick my sister’s knic...ers…’I felt myself go even redder, but didn’t put the panties down. I was too captivated.‘You know she’s fucking Brad at the moment?’‘Is she? No, I didn’t know. He’s supposed to be hung like a horse.’‘Yeah – you’ve no idea what might be in those! Essence of Brad, perhaps?’The thought seemed to amuse him. But I still held onto the panties, thinking about Brad. He pushed the silk material over her foot and then proceeded to move up her leg. Richard followed suit but his hands were a little shaky. Jan looked down at the two men; her husband and her lover dressing her made her wetness return. When she stood up to allow them to fasten her stockings to the suspender straps she felt their hands touching her soft inner thighs; it was one those erotic moments that she knew she would keep forever. Jan closed her underwear drawers and moved over to the. " No, Dave. I don't want to get over this. I want to get over you."I knew there was nothing I could say. I wanted to hold her, to bring her close to me, but I hurt too much to even try.I held out my hand, she took it and gave it a squeeze. "You'll get over me, just like you've got over all those other girls in the past. You're the great Dave Finch, the bachelor stud of TGI."She leant into me, her eyes were so dark and sad, the deepest violet. She gave me a kiss on the cheek, soft and gentle,. He gasped in pleasure, then blushed in embarrassment and shame, whispering to himself, “Too soon. Always too soon.” Still he could not turn his eyes away, couldn't make himself stop watching.Clarissa felt the man's cock opening the doors of her treasure, felt the tip of his cock spread the tender lips of her cunt and enter her. He slid himself in and out of her in a soft rhythm, his speed and intensity increasing as she urged him, “Fuck me hard. Fuck me hard.”He became like a driving piston.