Our conversation went on for about 10-15 days. We progressed gradually from good morning texts to how was your day texts and then eventually to how’... your sex life going texts. After knowing each other a little well we used to share every detail of our day with each other.We shared our pictures (Argh, yup little bold ones too!). And then one fine day she told me that her boyfriend knows that she has been texting me. She also told me that her boyfriend used to be by her side when we were sexting. Why don’t you tell me how wet you are right now Maricella,”“You know I can’t.”“Yes you can, come on tell me baby girl, I need to finish and knowing just how wet my phone call has made you will help.”“I can’t.”“Maricella, I won’t let you cum tonight if you don’t tell me how wet you are, I’ll bring you to the edge and then leave you hanging. Or maybe I’ll tie you up again and feast on you until you’re writhing and then make you watch while I jerk off.”I whimpered softly and he chuckled.“Come on. In a moment she realized what was happening. She instinctively closed her mouth around his fingers. She didn't mean too, she just did it and at that very moment realized her mistake.She was sucking her own pussy juice from her fathers fingers. And she was doing it while her brother, and a family friend watched her.David reached forward, and gently rubbed her exposed clit. Sandra gave an audible moan at the sudden sensation, and before she knew it, her own fingers had slid below David's and. The head was circumcised, with a pronounced ridgeto define it’s beginning. The slit was wide and open asshe gazed with some degree of awe at this perfectspecimen of maleness. If she was looking for the perfectmale penis, this would fit her definition.Then she lowered her gaze to the dark hairless sack thathung below the huge cock. In the warm room the sack wasloose, and the testicles hung very low. Not half way downthe thigh, but close. The two orbs were shaped like smallfootballs just as.