“Don’t be a spoilsport, Matty. Let’s just be free. No clothes,” added my sister. “I promise you’ll love it.”I could have fought her off ...ut was mindful she was my sister. I was older, bigger, and physically stronger yet couldn’t use my size and strength to the best advantage because I didn’t want to hurt her. That was the excuse I used, but I think I was k**ding myself. There was probably another force influencing me at the time. As much as I’ve denied it to myself, I think I secretly wanted to. I hang it on my erection and reach for a second. With the second I work your hair until it is almost completely dry and wrap your hair up into it turbine like. Retrieving the first towel, I work the rest of your body so that each inch of skin has a light pink color from the blood rising to your skin. Each touch now has the feeling of electricity.Now I lead you to the bedroom and the bed, always looking deep into your eyes. It is then with a slow, flowing motion that I cradle you into my arms.. She got right to work sucking and slurping on my dick in an attempt to win my silence; she sucked me like a pornstar paid by the load. I wasn't going to last very long at this rate, so I grabbed her by the hair and pulled her off my cock and looked down at her. I was nervous about this, but I wanted a taste."Bend over for me, legs apart," I commanded her, pulling her up to her feet and making her bend at the waist over a few empty crates. My mouth was watering as I hiked her dress up and got to. For a while we had a serious talk about Tommy’s progress, which was satisfactory. Any problems he had were the usual ones of discipline and paying attention that most boys of his age have. “You’re doing a good job with him,” Maria said. “How long is it since your wife died.” “Five years,” I replied. “Tommy and I are best mates. He’s really no trouble.” “Still, I suppose you miss having a woman around,” she said. “Yes,” I replied, finding such a personal comment a little embarrassing. I wanted.