“I’ll be up in a bit,” I called after them, “I’ll just tidy up down here first.”I picked up the pizza boxes and wandered into the kitchen ...o dump them in the recycling. Back in the living room I got rid of my bathrobe and flopped onto the couch again. There seemed little point in wearing it any longer. I picked up my glass and poured out another wine and sat back, contemplating the day’s events and the one final act that I had to do. It was something I had been looking forward to all day, ever. Her side eyes and innocent smile contradicted the slow deliberate movement of her fingertip.“But that’s what I’m doing.”“I know but…”“You want more than that; you want me to get it out and hold it, don’t you?”He nodded, “yes-yes hold it, surely you want to see, don’t you?”“I suppose so,” she admitted reluctantly, “but only to look, not to hold it. Wouldn’t that be incest?”“No, of course not. It would only be incest if we made love.”“what do you mean, if you put it in me? That’s disgustion even. For like 5 minutes or so..his head was in my tits.. ahh..what a pleasure was that for me.. I never had enjoyed a man this much before..Now it was time to please him back.. I unbuttoned his shirt and he himself pulled away his pants.. He was wearing a jockey underwear beneath.. I french kissed him and held his cock in my hands.. I could feel that its size was getting bigger and bigger, the more I was rubbing it. I sat on my knees in order to pull down his jockey.. and moment I started pulling. Not an ounce of fat hung over her tight fitting jeans. She gave the camera a saucy wink and blew a teasing kiss. Working the button loose she rolled her hips in a circular motion as she drew the zipper downward. Wriggling her hips from side to side she peeled the pants down off her hips, never losing time with the music. Finally she had the jeans removed, leaving her clothed in nothing but her white ankle socks and a tiny pair of lavender-colored panties. Hooking her thumbs into the.