“Pat?” she said.“Yes?” I responded.“Would you be kind enough to pull your underwear down for me?”“What?” I choked.“You got to see me...” she said, her voice nervous again. “It’s just been so long since I’ve seen a...” Her eyes came up to my face. “A man, Pat. I’d just like to see what a man looks like again.”“You want to see my ... my... “ I couldn’t say it. “You want to see it?” I said, instead.“Yes, please?” she asked, like it was the most normal thing in the world. “I won’t tell anybody you. Don't stop fucking me. Oh, yes... nearly there!' Searing heat. Shattering glass. A whirling maelstrom. Curtains billowed and blazed, blew outwards through the empty frames. Outwards. Away from the epicentre of the explosion. I boiled and burned, crusted and caramelised, glowed and flowed, became one with the blackened Earth. Silence. My ears rang with it, my pulsing blood a pounding accompaniment. A distant whine rose and fell. Jackson punched the air. 'It's the all clear! The fucking all. If not every day, many days. She didn't timidly suck his dick, she licked it, kissed it, played with his balls and stroked it. Her hands were all over his legs and ass and he had his hands tangled in her hair. "Damn that feels good, baby!" Watching her thick lips stretched around his dick and him feeding more into her mouth was enough to make me reach in and finally begin rubbing my little dick. Keep in mind that I was being quiet as I was just above them in the loft. Suddenly I heard a pop as. It felt as though our mouths kept getting wetter. She pulled back and started to unzip my fly on the denum jeans I was wearing. My mind was muddled Sexual earges were filling my body, my cock was rock hard and my sister with her cute eyes was just driving me crazy.She pulled my big cock from my jeans, holding it with her small petite hand. Suddenly she wrapped her sweat warm lips around my girth, trying her hardest to swollow every inch of it. It seemed she had no gag reflexes as she bobed back.