Anna had a thing for guys with beards, it might have been because her father had always sported one. Deep down she had always longed to be a daddy's g...rl, and she was strangely attracted to older men that resembled her father. She felt a tingle between her legs, and, subconsciously arched her back so that her plentiful chest was pushed out and presented well to this attractive stranger.The joiner dropped his tools as soon as he saw Anna enter the building. “Fuck me, look at that little angel”,. He comes over and we invite him in, I get him a drink and her a glass of wine, while he is giving her a big hug and telling us how he is going to miss us.I tell them to get comfortable, that I am going out on the balcony and enjoy the nice sea breeze. I leave the curtain agap so I can see in through the sliding glass door. I also leave the door slightly cracked so I can hear what is going on. They sit down on the couch together and make small talk for a few minutes and he slides his arm around. Fuck you were good.I was slowly getting my breath back and the tingling in my clit was subsiding. Fuck me – that was just the most amazing thing I have ever done, and it was my own brother who did it to me. What have I been missing.Me – he said – and any time you want more you know whose door to knock on. For you I will do it any time sister or not. That was one of the best orgasms I have ever seen a girl have. TV or no TV – you beat them all, and there is a site where girls masturbate and come. I removed my hand from her lap and slid my right arm around her shoulders, tugging her toward me. She folded against me like a Chinese fan. My hand lingered on the roundness of her shoulder through her silky peach blouse. Her rhythmic breathing pushed her breasts, in a lacy front-clasp bra, up and down. My fingers trailed down her collarbone. "Undo the top button," I whispered. She did. My hand slipped lower, looping around her bra strap, giving the bra cup a friendly little tug upward.Again.