Tiffany gave me a big hug pressing her small braless tits hard against my chest.Trying not to stare at Tiffanys little braless tits she was the spitti...g image of her mother except for her hair. It was much shorter then her moms and multi colored. Some red, green, blue and orange. Otherwise she was tall, brown eyes, big pouty lips but thin, very thin. My perv mind went to her pussy. Spread her long thin legs and I'll bet she's all dark meat pussy. Does Tiffinay shave her pussy? Does she have. However, we loved spending the night with her and Greg, who wasn’t as ebullient as Joyce, but who was also a kind person. One weekend, when I was about thirteen, I spent the night with Aunt Joyce and Uncle Greg. Sometime in the middle of the night, I woke up, needing to use the bathroom, and went down the hall, which took me by my aunt’s bedroom. As I passed by her door, I heard noises that I had only ever heard in my imagination…a bed creaking and a woman moaning and saying, “Fuck me…fuck. My wife was shaking me for some time. I woke up but my wife didn’t notice and got up from the bed. I sat up and observed her. She opened it. It was that Bastard Ali and he wanted to use the bathroom. My wife was about to say something to him when she noticed that I was awake and watching. Ali said sorry for disturbing and he used the bathroom. It was only 11 o clock and after using the bathroom he kept coming in every half an hour.Again Ali came at half past midnight and due to frustration my. But I was far too aroused for any of that. Though I couldn't account for why I'd become so excited. I did give it a brief consideration. It really wasn't my naked sister. Sarah wasn't the turn on. Nor really the sight of her well-fingered cunt. Maybe it was something primitive, subliminal, Pavlovian. The smell of pussy juice associated with one great pleasure in my backbrain. And _damn!_ but I wish my pussy was that way.The way Sarah was feeling--gee, I wanted to be just like that!I allowed my.