She was glowing about it for a week. I smiled too, because I knew why she did it. I told her after her she crowed for a while, “I love you Karen. Yo... may share your mouth with someone but you know who you belong to.”Karen eyes lit up because she agreed and since it was ‘only’ oral sex, she hadn’t revisited her moral dilemma about cheating.There were unexpected benefits to Karen’s submission, too. She was keeping the house cleaner, without being told exactly what needed to be done, but in my. "I had to agree with her there. I had worked in other schools where kids were less fortunate than Heather. There were kids in this school that didn't have what Heather had.Kids with single parents either a mother or a father. Kids who lived in fear because their parents had drug or alcohol problems or were abusive.Having money certainly didn't make up for absentee parenting, but it could be a lot worse. I had to admire Heather's outlook and acceptance of her situation.That didn't mean, however,. Tracey moaned in a strangely full-throated way, and gracefully parted her legs so that Buttercup could swivel round and engage more fingers and her tongue on the scarred and embattled terrain of her cunt. She sank back onto her elbows, her head back, staring up at the half moon through the tangled shadows of the overhanging trees, while Buttercup expertly massaged, licked and caressed her sensitive and, oh so tender!, erogenous zones towards further gasps of unrestrainable pleasure and near. She squealed happily and made room under the covers for me. I got under the sheet and got my jeans undone and worked them free, then slid off my socks and briefs. I couldn't even begin to explain the excitement I felt being under the covers, naked, with my sister.She smiled at me and turned over onto her stomach and pulled her wet hair to one side. I lifted my leg to climb on top of her and felt a thrilling shock as our naked skin touched. Her body was so smooth and hot. I felt my body hair rub.