I didn't want to just depend on our natural juices for lubrication and I didn't want to break the mood by getting out of bed."Check in the drawers by ...he bed here and see if your folks have any kind of lube in there," I said. I checked on one side and Stacia checked the other side. Not surprisingly we didn't find anything we could use. The closest we got was a tube of hand cream and I really didn't want to use that.Then I got an idea. I got up from the bed, slung Stacia over my shoulder caveman. .. and my sister?" Barbara continued. She looked at him for the first time. Her face was blank where he wanted anger."Yeah," Steve replied. "Why are you here?" Where else would I be?" Barbara returned pleasantly. "I belong with my husband, don't you think? I belong with the man I married... for better or for worse, right?"Steve looked away and folded himself back into the chair's cushions."None of the other things you said that day seemed to matter to you," he muttered.His heart wasn't in it. Our whole world was centered on my womanhood. Our entire concentration was on our passionate adoration of this, the most intimate of acts. His relentless fucking of my young body seemed to last for a long time. I never wanted it to end. Each breathtaking stroke sent awesome messages to the center of my soul making me yearn for the next penetration. Deep in my body I could sense the beginnings of my orgasm. Stoke after magnificent stroke stoked up the fire of my pleasure. I wanted this orgasm. She kissed the shaft of his cock and squirmed as her pussy pulsated with need. The wetness from her cunt began to soak through her underwear and slide down the back of her legs under her dress. Lost completely in the moment she pulled her panties to one side and inserted a finger deep inside her glistening sex. With lips parted she let out a soft moan pushing her face more firmly against her Daddy’s covered cock. Her hips made tiny thrusting motions against her hand as her tongue worked it’s.