I could smell the scent of her musk, when, she slowed and shook, then fell on my chest panting.I held my sister in my arms and stroked her hair till s...e calmed and started to breathe slower following her orgasm.She sat up, looked me in the eye and kissed me softly.“Thank you.”As she remained squatting, with her head on my chest, her hair on my shoulders I stroked her back so I could look at her face. The look was one of complete serenity. I think I fell in love with my sister at that moment.. It's just his way of telling you he's happy to see you."Mandy squeezed his balls and gave him a kiss on the tip of his penis. Standing up and playfully still holding onto his ball sack said, "C'mon guys. I'm hungry and I want to eat!" leading Bob to the kitchen that way.They decided on instant Oatmeal with sliced bananas and some cinnamon sugar sprinkled on top.As they chatted Mandy asked Bob what he did for a living."Not much," was his reply shaking his head."Anyway, I'm a freelance. “I can feel my pussy growing moist with sexual excitement,” she mentioned guiding him into the restaurant.Tina was a sight to behold as they waited for the hostess. “Welcome to Chandler’s, do you have a reservation?” the teenaged looking hostess asked.“Yes we have for two, the name is Hamilton,” Tina said.“Yes, please follow me,” she smiled. They followed her through the lounge area quite busy with customers sitting or at the bar.Tina smiled, walking confidently with the knowledge that many. It will be normal and natural. I am not going make it look like a Superhero story where everything is done with no logic. Read at your own risk as it will make you fall in love with my stories. You will not be able to stop yourself from searching Part 2. Mother, a word that is worshiped in the country I live in. But isn’t she a woman? How should we worship a woman? Yes, absolutely. We must worship her by satisfying her. Today I am penning down my experience with my mother. Rather, it is the.