I know that's what I would be doing if my hand was under her skirt.I had my share of women but there was just something about getting my sister. Maybe...it was because it was so taboo. Maybe it was because I spent my whole life looking at her ass knowing I couldn't have it. The closest I had ever came to fucking her was when I was eighteen. She was married to John and I spent a lot of time over at their house. I was in college at the time. So sometimes I just stayed at their house instead of. She and I have been fucking bareback for more than two years now, and I was ready for that wet pussy. I was in the mood to do some hard pounding, so I slipped my right thumb into her pink asshole, and used it to lift her to her knees. She was so wet that my cock slid in, balls deep with one motion. As my dick bottomed out, there was the nastiest squelching sound of her juices being pushed out, to drip off my balls. When she heard that sound, she let out a small, soft moan, the likes of which I. Shit, I can't just pull it out and leave it in the trash, and I can't carry it back to my desk for all the world to see. Guess I'll have to take my chances and leave it in until I take lunch. I can put it in my bag then.Stepping out of the stall, Jazzy was glad no one was in the restroom. It would have been hard to explain the moans that escaped from her clenched mouth. She made her way to the sink, where she quickly splashed water on her face. As she walked into the waiting room to get back to. Then she climbed into bed and started giving me instructions. The first thing she taught me was how to please her orally. She showed me where to lick firmly and where she liked it delicate, showed me how to suck or lick or nibble. I was apparently a natural because she didn't believe it was my first time and I was delighted when I made her come. After that she sheathed my cock with a condom and showed me how to fuck. That was certainly fun. I lasted longer than I expected and was thrilled to.