I greeted her and for a second and even she checked me out and gave me a small grin. At this moment, my brain was doing 1000 calculations to see the d...fferent outcomes if I even try to fuck her!The married hottie took me to her garage and opened her car. I asked her what all problems did the car have and she started to tell me all of the problems the car was giving. As I started to note down the problems, I got wandered off into staring at this sexy woman’s beautiful body. Suddenly, I saw a. "You've fucked lots of girls, haven't you?" I've had a few." Is fucking fun?" Of course it is." Would I be fun to fuck?" Shit, yes," he said, grinning."Then will you fuck me?" she excitedly asked, her eyes glowing with lust."I wish I could," he sighed. "But that would be impossible." Why?" Because you're my sister." So what," giggled Marci. "I've got a cunt, and you've got a cock. Isn't that all fucking takes?" It's not that simple," he explained. "Fucking your own sister is incest." I know. She asked the man to stand up and kiss her on the neck, the collar bone and he started nibbling her ear. The woman in red let out a soft moan as he kissed her neck and started too slowly un-lace the tight Basque. He then proceeded to kiss down the rest of her body whilst the clothing was peeled away, exposing more of her sensual flesh and increasing in there arousal.The brunette proceeded up her thighs, kissing and rubbing sensually to increase the pleasure and flow. She could SMELL the red. A half second later she purred and pulled my body down to hers by my belt, putting her lips by my ear: “Why not you? You can be my boyfriend tonight!”Her words fried my thoughts for a second, though not my senses. She smelled like heavy sweat... like sex. She was dotted with several hickies and a few bruises that looked a few hours old. And there was something covering her chest... something that felt a lot like cum. She was the hottest mess I have ever seen. I wasn't going to say no,.