So she takes a second finger and inserts it alongside the first, never once slowing her pace. She doesn’t want the pleasure to end. The faster she t...rusts, the better it feels and soon she feels her orgasm building and quickly. She rubs her clit furiously, forgetting the timing with her thrusts.The feeling is incredible but her orgasm is just sitting at the precipice waiting to go over. But Emma knows what will work. She slides her fingers from her clit, down to and then into her pussy.. It’s always about something fun that we have planned for his next visit. But Mike isn’t talking. Not a bit. Not one word. He sits like a stone and Mom doesn’t seem to notice. She just keeps talking and talking and talking… * * * * * * * * * * ‘Here we are,’ she says. We turn into the driveway and follow the fence that separates the hospital grounds from the golf course. ‘There’s your little friends, Mike. They’ve come out to welcome you back.’ Mike doesn’t look up, but I can’t help but gaze out. "Desi's blue eyes starred into Juan's dark brown ones. She was acting like a fool, but in her heart she wanted to believe his claims. "You have to earn my cum," he said, frankly. When Desi did not answer, he wiggled his finger in her. "Are you ready?" Yes!" Desi exclaimed, "I want what your wife has. I want to be wrinkle-free!"The illusion of beauty made her vulnerable and drove Desi to do what Juan asked. She threw her arms around him, and her lips met him, hesitantly at first, with her eyes. “You're really going to tell Mom, aren't you?”She bit her lip.“Well?”“Why shouldn't I tell her?” she asked, her blue eyes meeting mine. People said we had the same shade of irises. Hers were deeply blue right now, a sparkling ocean that was arresting. My dick throbbed.Clint fucks his sisters.The thought wormed through my mind, rising out of the primitive depths as I stared at my sister. She had a pretty face, her eighteen-year-old body losing the gangly awkwardness of adolescence. She wore.