I begin to stroke up and down: rhythmic, riding full length from my balls over my soft, so sensitive head, catching its base the way I like. The way I...��ve done for so many years since that night I’ll never forget, aged thirteen when I discovered the secret, when with my erection up hard over my big sister’s borrowed black lace panties, stroking franticly, worried my parents would hear my bed rattle, when I first felt the pleasure rise, felt my shaft strain stiffer than ever before then watched. She felt Jeremy's weight on the bed behind her, then his body heat radiating onto her back before she felt him spoon up against her. His narrow dick slipped neatly into the crack of her ass. In her semi-conscious state she imagined she could feel the heat of the man's hands on her breasts as she ground her ass into his hard, oozing cock. Her husband's cock in her mouth was beginning to yield its own nectar.Then the dream Jeremy moved his hand down to stroke her hairless mound and began to smear. She too was moved.After a short recitative Strozzi sang the cantata’s concluding aria, Claudia loved its triumphant, martial air and infectiously buoyant rhythms. As Strozzi repeated the aria’s lines da capo, Claudia found her fingers tapping the notes and silently singing the words. The aria was a musical gem; a tiny, finely cut cameo of the 17 th century and it perfectly captured the exultant mood of the evening. As the last notes of Strozzi’s pure soprano voice died away, Claudia’s neighbor. We were there standing, both naked to the butt. Kissing for what seemed like an hour. I embraced her and pulled her tighter into me. Feeling her tits against my chest. And my now awakened cock started poking on her stomach. Meg broke our kiss and she looked at me in the eye gasping for breath and said, “Take me, Joe. I want you to take me and treat me as a lover and not you baby sister anymore. What we are now are totally strangers who just found the love of their lives.” I was mesmerized by.