"Why would you want to do that?" "It's healthy," she maintained. "Nothing wrong with the good old fashioned English meat and two veg!" I cried. ...Gordon! Gordon! Gordon!" she sighed, shaking her head. "Here's one I prepared earlier," I told her, pulling down my chef's pants and waving my stiff cock and balls in her general direction. "Unimaginative," she declared, raising an eyebrow as she stared at my cock. Then she gathered a droplet of pre-cum off the tip with her finger and placed. Emma kept pumping away, slowly and methodically, almost in sync with her breathing, which seemed to me to be a bit more laboured than normal. Her face was so close to my cock, I felt the warmth of her breath brushing against my dick.It was all so surreal, and exciting.A drop of precum beaded out of my slit and ran down, coating my sister’s fingers.“Oh shit, sorry,” I said.“That’s okay. I don’t mind it.”I swallowed down a gulp.My heart pounded hard against my ribcage. Emma seemed happy to do…. He had his other hand on hers, holding her fist on him. “What do I do with this?” she asked, holding out the moistened thumb on her free hand.“Wipe it on your shirt, for now,” he told her, making her slide her fist back and forth a little by pumping his hips. She felt it twitch once, then it was beginning to swell and get longer, rapidly filling her hand.“Okay, now put both hands on me, and move them back and forth,” he told her, and even though the twist told her it was somehow wrong to be. I had wised up and realized that shopping for woman's clothes with a wedding ring on was really not a big head turner in a store, even if a sales person asked if I needed help I could always use a cover story about an impending birthday or such. I began to gather up a fairly decent assortment of clothes in a container I kept in the shed. When ever I could I would sneak out and slip on something for a few minutes but I never had time to dress fully. My wife soon began to take the k**s to her.