She worked her way down to my cock when she swallowed me down as far as she could, I almost came. She could tell I was ready to cum so she stopped and...slowly took off her clothes telling me about how he had done it last night. Then she laid next to me and told me all about her night and her friend. I laid there with my eyes closed behind the blindfold listening as she told me about the evening. This is how she told me about the evening from start to finish. . We know it's wrong but don't think about anything else, the risks the possible complications... we can't help ourselves and soon we are lying together completely naked... kissing, touching, licking, enjoying the feeling of skin on skin contact... I run my hand down your chest, smoothing my hand over your stomach, then slipping around your cock to your balls.. I feel you growing, getting harder... your hand is caressing the inside of my legs, and I gasp as you reach my moist pussy lips, brushing. I wanted her so bad. Then I looked at the scene of my own daughter, my very recent lover, as she snuggled up to James in a hot kiss, his hand beneath her short skirt between her long legs, pumping into her pussy. I remembered how her kisses felt, how her wet pussy felt, and I was glad James was also enjoying them. I thought of Patty and Peggy and Carol, three generations of hot women, women who loved to fuck. I knew it was in their blood and useless to try and stop it.Mel's kisses were no less. She never did tell me how she'd managed that. Our parents were gone until late that night and I punished her with every inch of me. I can think of few things dirtier than fucking your little sister up the ass while she screams about what an absolute whore she is, but, at the same time, that depravity was also an act of love. For whatever reason, my sister had a deep and insatiable desire to be filled that summer - not taken and used like an actual whore, nor in hopping from car to car like the.