I looked at her nakedness, at her hairless vagina with the slit in full view and said, "No!"Angie looked crushed. "No?" No," I said. "I don't like it....I love it." I kissed her firmly on her lips as I slid my hand down to her baby smooth pussy letting my finger slip into her folds and find her clit. She moaned into my mouth. At this moment I wanted nothing more than to lay my sister on the soft, damp moss under our feet and make love to her, but there were some problems to work through first.. "Are you ready?" I ask her. She nods. I grab my dick and press it to her wet hole. I dip the tip in slowly and start to push into her. I moan at the feel of her. Warm and wet and very, very tight. I go balls deep into her, relishing the feel. I look up at her and see her flushed. I feel her clenching around me as she gets used to me. "You ok?" I ask. She looks at me and smiles slightly and nods. "I've never had one this big before, but I'll be fine." I nod and pull back out of her slowly. Once. Under the bright ceiling lights they were shown in strong relief. She had to cough and look away, now it was her turn to flush. “Are you hungry? Do you like sausage roles Jonathan?” she asked innocently enough a few moments later. “I have made some beetroot and pork versions of the traditional, with a new light form of short pastry. They’re quite different. I got the recipe from a friend.” He looked down and saw her pull the top off a large square box and start to move her ‘creations’ out and. .. she wanted me to pee in her bunghole?I completely lost it, of course, spilling a load more than worthy of the name up her sweet, slick British ass. Sure enough, I felt the urge to pee. I thought, what the hell, she asked me for it, so I let loose a stream of my piss into her butt, much to her delight. Chelsea creamed herself as she felt my burning hot whizz flood her bowels, claiming her bottom as my private property at last. As I pulled out, Chelsea knelt and took my cock in her mouth,.