I want to satisfy you and be your doll.I want to be your mistress Sir. I want you inside my body Sir.” But I had no intention of satisfying Neha so ...oon. I did not even open my cloths yet and I didn’t let her touch me anywhere. I wanted her to starve and beg me to let her use my cock. She told me “Sir please open your cloths, I cannot take this separation, I want your body inside me right now.” I felt proud that she was dying to have sex with me, but it was still too early. I told her “Neha I. That, was my sister. We were close and we had always got along well because we were the same age, but she wasn't actually related to me because she was adopted at birth from my mom's best friend in Sweden, who had sadly passed away with her husband in a car crash. Chantelle had come to us at around the same time I'd just been born, so it wasn't convenient for my mom to take her back then, but she would've done anything for her friend - even adopt her daughter.By 16, Chantelle was actually given. I ran my hands up along her back, astounded at the silky smoothness of her skin, the unblemished surface burning to my touch. I don't remember how long stroked her back and neck, sliding my hands down to the curve of her ass, cupping her round cheeks in my palms.Finally, I couldn't hold myself back any longer; I allowed my fingers to drift down, along the cleft between her cheeks. I pulled off the flimsy panties and touched very lightly the pucker of her asshole and felt her twitch as my. By his expression, he was thankfully unaware of what was happening just out of his field of view. She forced a smile to her lips, waved, and pretended to go back to filling up cups with ice."That's right slut. Give a nice wave." Mrs. Anderson said, while she continued to finger fuck the horny young housewife. "Nothing happening up here. Just two wives getting to know each other. Very - very well." Please," Sara begged. "Please stop before-" "Be a dear and hand me that spatula," Mrs. Anderson.