With a wandering wife and a two year old, I did a lot of parenting and my wife’s sister used to love and spend time with me when I was left at home ...eing Mr. Mom. My sister in law who was sixteen at the time, had a gorgeous firm body, 5 ft 3 inches curvy body, nice ass and small firm breast around 34 c, whenever we were alone she would especially enjoy talking and asking questions about everything in the sun. Sex was one of our favourite subjects as she always asked me for advice and would. But they ignored me completely standing there with my cock not quite back in my trousers and carried on talking to each other. “Well if I can get it hard again, I get to have a go, OK?” Britney looked at me and my floppy cock fairly sure of herself and said OK and turning to me told me to drop my trousers again. I looked at them both and started to argue but Karen stepped forward and yanked them down, right to the floor, went on her knees and grasped my semi hard cock. I had no idea what to. You know there are men who go a lifetime without a close look at what’s right there in front of you.” Chris told me where to touch and what each part was called, both in technical terms as well as slang. “That is my clitoris, you guys call it a clit, some call it a button, for me it is the center of my pleasure without worrying about a specific name.”Within a few minutes of instructions I found my lips around her clit flicking my tongue across it. Instructions ended as my skills developed and. I-I want to know every inch of you," she whispered, running her fingers through his hair, her breath warm and sweet in his face. He still lay atop of her and she kissed him, darting her tongue up into his mouth again as he moved his hands down beneath her to the smoothness of her buttocks, cradling the soft round spheres in his palms and splayed fingers. She clung tightly to him, then ran her hands exploringly down over his lean hard flesh, pale from his long incarceration, searching eagerly.