Me: Do remember the punishment.She reached 20 minutes late. I was, again and again, looking at the gate for her. Finally, when she arrived, she was lo...king beautiful. With blue one piece, she was looking bombshell. I went and we both hugged and settled down at the bar section. We both started talking.She was describing why she got late and I was just listening to her. When she finished she asked no punishment? I laughed. I said what punishment to be given when I know there are no limits for. Gulping and sobbing with excitement, she used the leverage of her legs to add a pumping motion of her own. Her pussy battered against the root of Jim's cock and huge waves of pleasure washed over her."Jim... Jim, darling... harder! FASTER, JIM! HARDER!" UNH! UNH!" Jim grunted as he smashed against her. He released her boobs and gripped her thighs.She surged back and forth on the cushions before his blows. Her boobs swayed drunkenly, and she caught her lower lip between her teeth. Fiery. I’m so glad I did this in front of Mom and Dad ... this would help Mom to understand how deep my feelings had gotten; for my now glowing sister.“How do they look?” she asked, hoping somebody, maybe everybody, would say something.“I think that they perfectly match your eyes, Sarah,” Mom said.“Baby, I’ve never seen you look so beautiful before,” Dad said.It was my turn; I had to be careful not to gush too much. So, I took her closest hand in mine and said, “It’s like a puzzle that had a piece. " What's wrong with the Deli on King?" It's just not broad enough." Okay then, you find one." I'll ask tomorrow."We had salad for lunch. "Want to go for a walk?" Where?" Just up King and City Road to Victoria Park. We could take something to sit on and some books. It looks dry enough." Fine. We can get drinks from one of the vendors."And so we did that. I reread Upfield's An Author Bites the Dust, as murder in a fictitious Melbourne suburb was the closest I could get to Sydney (actually, the.