He snaked his hands through her hair. Jennifer hummed some gibberish as she fellated him, sending thrills up and down his spine. When she sensed he ...as about to come, she accelerated her movements, deep throating him expertly. With a groan, he shot a thick load against the back of her throat. She never missed a beat, just kept going up an down on him as his cock jerked spasmodically in her mouth. She withdrew his cock from her mouth and rose to her feet.She took off her suit, then her. "I want to lick your pussy again," he replied."Maybe after," she teased with a devilish look in her eyes. The thought of her brother sucking his cum, mixed with her juices, out of her well-fucked pussy gave her even more of a thrill.She straddled him, her knees sinking a bit into the couch. His cock jumped as the tip touched her sex and she sank down on him. Impaled on her little brother's considerable cock, she threw back her head and moaned at the pure bliss of it. She worked her way up and. Fortunately it never came.I drank more bad coffee until 10PM then Janet and I returned to the motel. It was a very cool night in the mountains, but not cold by any means. At just after ten Mikah and I took our evening ‘pee’ walk. We walked less than a city block. When Mikah and I got back to the room, Janet looked like she was choking to tell me something.“What the hell is it?” I asked her.“The bartender ‘Lottie’ called. She is scared, but she has some information. I promised we would take care. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------This unusual unautorized autobiography is exceptional in several respects. First of all, we never met eye to eye for a talk. Secondly her secrecy and habit to 'beat around the bush'. Both as a metaphor and literarily, as our chats often turn her on. Mostly, I am more curious for what exactly happened to her, but I soon realize I will need a lot of.