I found my sexiest bra and matching panties. After putting them on, I sat on the bed to put on a pair of thigh-high stockings. I felt as if I was in...a fog while dressing. After I’d put on my shortest skirt and a semi see-through blouse, I didn’t feel it was me. Standing in front of my mirror, I started snickering.“Okay, if my brother wants a slut sister, I won’t disappoint him! I’m going to make Kyle sorry he ever thought of what he’s planning,” I said aloud.A few minutes later, I heard. She rubbed my dick throw my pants as she told me her plan, “You know she wants it. She walks around in the house in sexy panties and makes comments about you getting laid. You know she is very sexual, you love looking at the naked pictures of her and Sara. And deep down you know you want to bend her over the sofa and slide your hard cock into her tight young pussy.” “I can’t, its not right. I’m her dad for god sakes.” Amy continued to stimulate my man hood as she moved closer to me. “What is so. I thought I could feel her juices flowing, but with the hot tub, I couldn’t be sure. I just kept fucking her. She leaned back on me when her body relaxed, but I kept on fucking. Seriously, she had the tightest little cunt I’d been in for a long time. I could tell she was getting tired, but I wasn’t stopping until I filled her up again. Finally, I pushed her forward over the edge of the tub. I stood up and started hammering into her from behind. Yeah, the neighbors could definitely see this, but. Ah - and there it is, my hand grasping my shaft - half-spent, already sticky, already salty - as if any second I might gush upon my stomach. I feel my holes clam-clench, salt and fragrance in the wet ocean air - gusts over my red hair, billowing back, spreading out against the lounger. My hand it so wet now, the pre-come oozing. I must taste it - I pull out my hand and lick the stuff off my finger. It tastes like oysters and young men. Now the wetness of my fingers prepares me to stick my.