He was wearing no underwear. His member was set free and he grabbed her foot once more. He was now fervidly rubbing his throbbing cock against it. He ...ever stopped running his tongue over her precious foot. Sniffing and delighting in the odor of bare flesh. Tasting her salty flavor and adoring each digit, one by one, and then taking all of them into his eager, sucking mouth. His cock was humping her other foot. It was wonderful. She was now grimacing as her fingers played in her own wetness,. Mom felt she was real lucky to bring us both into the world alive. Part, it was a later full moon. Anyway, Lupe is my twin sister. Fraternal, like I said. And not a touch of the were in either of us.We grew at our own rates. First I can remember, her half- grown cubs were lookin' after me. Their understanding of 'looking after, ' of course. Mom had plowed a furrow around house and barn. One of the first things I learned was to only piss on that furrow; critters would never cross that line.. I try to pull out and away from Mr. Anders. He does not let me go and continues to suck. The pain continues. I try to wiggle away. Mr. Anders slides his body around so his hairy chest is on top of my chest. He continues to suck. I beg him to stop. Mr. Anders pulls his head away from my cock long enough to tell me I need to learn to accept this sensation if I want to have good sex when I grow up. After what seemed like eternity the sensation ends and I stopped squirming. Mr. Anders rolls. I want you bouncing off my ass, hands grabbing my rounded hips, balls slapping hard and wet against me as you pound me deep... I know you will wheelbarrow me eventually, so that you can get deeper inside me. I will be grabbing the table hard as you fuck me senseless, and by the time you finish, the heavy oak wood will be nothing to what you just fucked me with. We'll have to polish off the scuff marks from the floor, too, and move the table back into its normal position.Ah, I feel my wetness.