Gwen hooked her finger around Angela’s cock and gently pulled it from its hiding place. It looked so discordant, the masculine against the feminine,...yet somehow it was almost perfect. She gently probed Angela’s foreskin with the tip of her tongue, tasting the skin so recently cleansed in the shower, and found the opening. Her lips were as light and delicate as rose petals as they formed an embrace around the loose skin just strong enough to allow Gwen’s tongue deeper access into the fleshy. I mean sweet, this is how she describes this guy, the one who got her pregnant. Sweet is how she described me. And they went for burgers, but we always did that, Donna and I, that was our thing. Now I wasn't sure how I was feeling, yes I do, I was mad. She had broken our bond, our deal, destroyed our friendship, just so she could fuck some guy she didn't even know. We were both suppose to wait, we had talked about this. And to say it was no big deal, apparently sex to my sister was just. The hypnotic way a soft cock moves and swings, dangling between a man’s legs. It makes my knees weak. It makes me crave and desire to kiss it, to feel the softness on my lips and face and make it swell. To feel it harden in your mouth, knowing it’s you that is bringing that glorious manhood pleasure. To hear him sigh as his hard dick reaches the back of your throat, to feel your nose against his abdomen, knowing you have him all the way in... And his scent, you smell his musky, manly scent and. "I just could not lie to her as my face already said enough." I don't think she knows about it, but…ok this might sound worse that it is. This was not the first time I had sex with another woman. And she knows about those. That is ok for her as long as nobody gets hurt and our marriage is safe. We both have strong sexuality, but I have stronger and she thinks that I can let my steam out as long as I do it in home also and I don't bring any surprises." Really, oh wow, she is.