I pictured flashes of the scene; her initial stance against the door jamb; her lustful kisses whilst on my lap; her bending willingly over the table; ...er little butt offered to me for anything I wished; the feel as I sank my hot, hard meat into her and the earth-shattering power of our orgasm."Oh, shit," I murmured. It wasn't right or fair that the most wonderful lover I could ever wish for was my little sister. How could it be? Nobody would understand. Hell, I don't think I understood!I was. I always wore white knickers so he could see the damp patch that seemed to involuntarily form when I entered his classroom. Guess I was a bit of an exhibitionist and became aroused just anticipating his peeping antics.When I left school, I remember feeling sad that there would be no more teasing Mr Larkin. Then I landed my first job, a junior secretary at William Fordham and Son, and I knew instantly that I could carry on with my teasing after all. Mark Fordham, the owner’s son and the director. I said when can I come home? She said I'll call you after he is gone. I was excited but also let down that I can't watch. I fixed myself a couple of sandwichs and left. I rode around untill almost eight, then I parked on the next street over to see who came over. Right at eight on the noise a black sedan pulled into our driveway. I watched as a tall black gentleman got out. Oh shit I said to myself. He's black. I picked up my cell and failed my wife's private number. It rang once then her. She panted hard and screamed as an orgasm ripped it’s way through her body – her hips bucked and her whole body quivered under my head. I kept my motions going for what seemed like an eternity while she writhed and twisted to the orgasm. My face was soaked in her cum. It tasted so sweet, so good. My cock seemed to swell harder, urging me to release it’s pressure.As I felt her orgasm subside I relaxed my efforts. I wanted to bring her down slowly, she deserved that, she deserved more. Slowly I.