I bared it for her and she gobbled it up. When her fingers drifted to the crotch of her jeans, I warned her she'd better not be sinful with herself or...her love place would be bright red on Saturday morning. "I wanna fuck so bad!" my uptight, Sunday school teaching, goody two-shoes genius of a sister told me. I'd never seen her so hot and horny. She was used to getting it from one or more of my ex-roommates, who were now her roommates, on a daily basis. After I shot about a gallon of steamy goo. I sat down on the chair and just watched her as she put her things down. At that point, she turned and asked, "Are you going to kiss me or just sit there?" I stumbled to my feet and gave her a tight hug and kissed her on the lips. At first it was just a small kiss with no tongue. I held her tightly in my arms as I kissed her lips. Slowly. Single kisses. I kept staring at her as her eyes closed and she leaned into me. I kept kissing her and then our mouths opened. Our tongues met and I started. Mom is an admin assistant to the CEO of a big company nearby, and at 39 has a killer body, so I assumed he would be about 35 (a very yummy age if you ask me), but he was 44 years old!! He was shaved bald and built like a wall, but I had really hoped to see her with someone my age.That first meeting came and went as expected. Mom and Bill kept disappearing every few hours and then reappearing with Mom looking a little worse for wear and Bill wearing a smile and everyone else had no doubts. “So, she’s kneeling, naked, arms behind her back, head bowed, eyes closed, and he stands before her, gripping the sword, blood still dripping from its blade. Don’t make this sound so overly dramatic. Even blindfolded and her arms tied, she’d still break his arm before he knew she had moved.”“But she wouldn’t,” I said. Was it really so hard to understand? “He had saved her life at that village, which she could easily have done herself had she cared, but he had not given her any reason to live..