Wanna talk about it? Somewhere quiet?"I watched him struggle with himself and knew that this wasn't the time to advertise; besides, if he wanted to lo...k at my twat, it was at eye level, anyway. He shook my hand -- probably just out of politeness -- and said, "Keith. Jeez, I dunno..." Sometimes it helps," I said quietly.He considered for a bit and then said, "Where?" I know a place." I pulled him up by the hand -- I hadn't released it after the shake -- and led him to a small room a couple of. That first time she played me like a musician might play a piano using her muscles like a pianist might use keys, building me up and keeping me just bubbling under till time for our crescendo then taking me over the top making me feel like my semen were shooting from the top,of my head rather than the bulbous tip of my cock, the strong musky aroma of her cunt wafting to me as my cream filled it and overflowed onto the bed. Afterwards we had to quickly change the blankets and bundle them into. I was hoping that she was still in the bed rubbing her pussy. I was just too hot and bothered to just stop what I was doing right now. She was not in her bed any more. I wonder where she was at. Was I hearing it right that my older sister was getting off on the phone with mom? Was mom telling her what to do? To stick her fingers deep inside her pussy and lick her fingers clean. My own sister has made me so horny and wet between my legs. Looking down I could see the puddle of. Her eye makeup was done up in a smoky, evening style, with dark eyeliner and heavy eye shadow. Her lipstick was a very deep, dark red, which accentuated her blonde hair. She looked completely sultry.“Hell, Cindy,” Taylor purred. “I hear you like my artwork.”Cindy drew in her breath lightly. She couldn’t take her eyes off Taylor, and she froze, seemingly not sure what to do next.I broke the silence after some moments. “Cindy, honey,” I said softly,” why don’t you go greet our guest?”Cindy slowly.