I could see that her pussy was soaking wet from the recent licking and knew I was going to enjoy this. I put the head of my cock up against her pussy...lips and ran it up and down teasingly. She looked away in shame.“No, no, no Irina. Do not look away. Beg me to fuck you. Beg like you really want it.”“I…but…please be having sex with me.” She said timidly.“That was pathetic. Truly pathetic. You can do better than that.”“Ummm…please fuck me.” She said again.“Come on, with spirit!” I. The main problem wasthat I resented needing to know this stuff at all. I'm a middle aged man!Why the hell should I care about fashion trends or beauty secrets?Also, to my shame, I didn't really appreciate how much she had lost, howmuch she was suffering, how desperately important it was to her to get herbig sister back. I've made great efforts since then to restore therelationship between Samantha and her sister, but that was the situationback then.It was sometime after I moved back in with. "We said our good nights and he left. He called the next week and said,"Is it alright to come over and watch some porn, I got some Locker Room?"I said, "Sure, when?"He said, "6:30 pm, I need to shower and eat."I had 1 hour and 15 minutes to get ready, I was going to go all out to beas sexy as I could. I had to reapply my breasts forms the day before, soI did save time by not having to do that, a close shave, foundation andpowder, brow pencil, 3 shades of purple eye shadow, eye liner,. He was so thick and hard it felt amazing, but so very tight. I whimpered a little, feeling a little sting of pain as he pushed forward more and he paused, letting me adjust some to his size, one of his hands moving from my hip to the front of me. His thumb strummed slowly over my clit and I moaned softly as he started to work it in slow circles, pleasure rolling over me. God he was fucking talented, I thought, shutting my eyes again, leaning into his touch. I could almost hear his smile as his.