This went on for what seemed like minutes...but most likely only several seconds. Then we kept chatting like nothing happened. About 5 minutes later, ...he reached for me and we kissed again for what seemed an eternity. This time, when we separated, I looked up sheepishly and saw my husband talking with other guests...but watching me. I was definitely busted. Embarrassed, shy, and somewhat very turned on, I pretended that I had not seen him. A couple of hours later, the families were heading home. .I said playfully and sucked her earlobe. She used her palms to lift my face, she looked deep into my eyes.Akka: I dont care.. I love you..With that she kissed me. A deep wet kiss. I was happy beyond belief. Delirious with the thought of my sister loving me as much as I loved her, as well as, imagining our fuck fest.She brought down her hands and slid my shorts off, while we were kissing.She took my cock in her hand. It was so warm in her palm. She rubbed it, using her nail to flick the head.. He grabbed his beautiful, long, hard cock in his hand and started stroking it. At first his hand was slow. But then he spat on it and went faster. It was hard to keep my cool. My deep calm breathing was gone, but he was so into what he was doing that he didn’t notice the change. My pussy was almost aching to be touched. I wanted that cock inside of me. I swallowed hard at that idea. And maybe he heard me, because he stopped for awhile. Shiiit, my breathing is so damn fast too. I don’t know what. " I begged him.All of a sudden he slipped the knife into his back pocket and reached his free hand around to slip it up under my sweater. My bra allowed him an easy access. I felt him pulling out my boobs and soon he was pinching my nipples with his fingers.“You said just a simple hand job, Sir…” I complained.But he laughed quietly and again I felt the cold steel around my neck… Then I stood quiet as he fondled my boobs at will“Nice boobs, Ana… I bet you have also a wet pussy…”I shivered,.