Before she could speak Joe had pressed his lips against hers. For so long she had imagined his lips pressed against hers and now she never wanted it ...o stop. She pushed him onto the sofa and continued to kiss him. His hands began to wander slightly. Her hands trembled as she ripped at his shirt her fingers stroking his muscular chest. Her lips stayed against his as his hands fumbled with her bra and finally managed to unhook it. Smirking he pulled it off and stared at her chest her large. She had slipped on a very lacy pair of pink panties that she had bought a while ago but had never worn. She still had the sweater on. She felt good. She wanted him but was afraid he wouldn't feel the same. Rationalizing that she could just brush it off as wanting to relax, she took a deep breath and moved towards the living room. The fire in her was burning as brightly as the fire in the fireplace.He was a little surprised to see her emerge from the back room wearing pretty pink panties and. And as she said this she stuck two fingers into her wet pussy, took them out and put them to her mouth where she sucked them clean. He lifted the nylons up, stood his cock up and immediately the pre-cum flowed from his cock down his shaft and he ran a finger up his shaft scooping it all up and put it in his mouth. She moaned and said, "Good man". She said, “I’m toy-less now, and my tight little asshole is hungry for some attention, what should I do”? He replied, “I guess all you can do is. She had started to take an interest in boys and had dyed her hair blonde. My group of friends said they would all like to fuck her in a few years and I just laughed it off as them giving me some stick about my hot cousin. But deep down I wanted her too. She was the one girl I couldn't have and I usually got what I wanted in that department. We rarely spoke at this time and it wasn't until I was 20 and at college that she started coming to the same parties I attended. I had heard in the interim.