There she was. I would not look directly at her, and she stood there, arms crossed, fuming in my peripheryShe strode over and stood behind mom, hands ...n her hips, looking like someone had just pissed in her cornflakes. I loved my sister with all my heart but, god she could be so judgmental. I closed my eyes tightly as I hung on to mom knowing full well that Janie would have to be dealt with and soon. We were always like fire and ice, Janie and I. She was the hard charger, the take controller,. I pulled off my shorts and my cock popped up into frame and she chuckled.Mallika: Good boy. I like boys that listen.She peeled off her panties real slow as I watched. Her pussy was bushy but trimmed. She kept a tiny patch of pubes that made her pussy look hot. I wanted to bury my face in it. She saw me lick my lips and opened her pussy lips for me. I stroked my cock slowly as she chuckled.Me: Take off that tank top but leave the flannel shirt on baby.Mallika: Fuck, you’re naughty. I love it.She. His belly slapped hers, and their hipbones jarred together. Linda squirmed on his prick. Her hot, slippery pussy was working on his buried cock, pulling and twisting and clamping like a velvet vise. He cupped her fat tits, squeezing, as he held the penetration and let her slick cunt work on his stiff cock. Then he moved his hands down to cup her ass, lifting her slightly and tilting her cunt up at a higher angle. He braced his knees on the seat.Linda had one leg hooked around him, her heel. That submissive part of her so carefully hidden for so long is at last unleashed, and as the wave washes over her, and she gives in to the submissiveness. She feels shame though, as part of her is happy to do so.After about 30 seconds I stop and let her go. She is literally panting with little shivers running through her. “Well it looks like the good professor has enjoyed herself.” I coo. I know I’ve pushed her hard, well past her limits, so now it’s time to be extra nice. Rolling Professor.