I took a deep quick breath as Belinda pushed her wet finger into my asshole. My cock throbbed in her mouth. She was quite good at this and wondered wh...ch boyfriend taught her prostate message. Her finger was hitting me just right and my cock was as hard as ever as it gagged my sister. I was so close to pumping a load of my sperm into my sister’s mouth until she pulled her finger free and released my cock. “What the fuck sis? I was so close.” I groaned slightly dejected. “I want your cock in. He saw me running, and took off. He was fast, but not as fast as I was, and it wasn't dark this time. There was no place for him to hide in the shadows. I caught up with him about fifty feet down the path. He was breathing hard when I pulled him to a stop and scooped him off his feet."What's your name?"He wouldn't tell me."How old are you?" Ten," he said, struggling to get free. I was no judge of boys' ages, but I knew he didn't weigh enough to be ten years old."You're lying. What were you. She then slid one of her legs between mine and pressed tightly against me. As the kiss went on, I felt her rubbing against me. I opened one leg wider and that made her press in tighter. The sense was indescribable as my body flared even higher than in the shower. I know a made some sort of noise into the kiss and for a second I remembered a promise I made to myself when things started turning sour with my ex. I was never, ever going to give him any indication I was enjoying sex with him.He. She'd worked with them, socialized with them, and turned probably a hundred down when they made the inevitable move that showed they were all pigs who just wanted sex. The trouble was, she wanted sex too, all those years, just like they did, and that confused her."Something like that." she answered belatedly, as she saw Becca waiting for an answer. "I don't know what to tell you any more. I thought my life was ruined, but obviously it wasn't. You're perfect, and I have a good life. Part of it.