“God, I love fucking you Daddy’s princess types! You’re Jewish, aren’t you? I love Jewish girls! I really do! I especially love fucking them! ...hether it’s you or Monica, still hot both ways!” I teased Rachel playfully while kissing and biting her neck and shoulders, even her upper back.“Glad that you’re not an anti-Semite, of course! I would hate to be bred by someone who hates us! Might be a bit awkward!” Rachel taunted me back as I pushed deeper inside her tasty twat.“You like the way that. Maybe that makes me a selfish bitch, but so be it." You're my devilish to die for twin-sister; you're good. If you're crying because you love me that much, that's saying something," he made clear, before going down on me again."I'm glad to hear that because you are, in fact, to die for, dude. By the way, that's my nickname for you; how can she call you that?"He shrugged his shoulders and kept going down on me. I felt his lips and tongue go all over down there again, even on my bush. I couldn't. It was time, this was her opportunity, but her nerves prevented her from taking the action she had been building toward for hours.They had just set the bike on the floor when the door to the garage opened. Mrs. Wheeler stuck her head though. “The office just called,” she said, ”I need to go in. I’m sorry honey, I know you have that meeting this afternoon but could you watch Sammy for the day?” Before Mr. Wheeler could respond, Sarah spoke up, her voice shaking and cracking slightly, “I could. They were a perfect match in that he loved to eat pussy and that was how she preferred her sexual release. He usually started out stroking her clit and talking through his latest 'dirty thoughts' that invariably revolved around cuckolding in some way. He stroked her to two satisfyingly orgasms before she switched to sitting astride his face and riding his tongue. He found the symbolism of her sat on top of his face very erotic and he liked to fantasise that he was eating a cream pie. It almost.