I didn't need a second invitation and was more than happy to comply. Within seconds I had my throbbing prick in my hand. I knew I wouldn't take long t... cum as I pumped my fist steadily up and down the shaft. My eyes were glued to the crotch of her purple panties as my pace quickened. My balls tightened and raised up… I can't believe it… I'm finally going to spurt in front of my sister.Just as I felt my cum rushing up my shaft my sister… my mistress… shuffled forward onto the edge of the chair,. "You like a drink baby?" One of the women asked me, she was in her mid 50s , bleached blonde hair cut in a pageboy style that was so in vogue in 1975, she was wearing a tight violet coloured blouse and a tight black skirt that was far too short for her age, "Give her a big vodka Verna love, warm her up a bit", laughed the large man on the chair opposite, his big belly shaking as he laughed. I took the tumbler from her with a slightly shaky hand, "Poor lamb!" She turned to my boyfriend, "you. Like a cool romeo, I made my move. Oh, she looked so fine. I kissed her, mashing my lips against hers. She fought me a little-- not much- fuck all really. Her tongue found mine. She pushed me away. Breathless. Her breasts heaving in the push up bra she wore. Cleavage showing in the satin blouse. I nuzzled her neck-- taking in the smell of her expensive perfume. I slipped a hand around her slender back, the other cupped a pert breast, thumb circling the nipple, making it erect. "I said, get off. Irene had no luck, and was emotionally neglected. Her seeking for love and acceptance led to nowhere. She was very good at school, was helping at home, but to no avail. Her self-esteem was very low and probably this all this influenced, what happened with her boyfriend and his b*o and what happened later. Without falsely beautifying words, one can say, that Irene got her first piece of the cake of love and approval from her boyfriend and then his b*o too, when they fucked her.And with letting.