Kind of hypocritical, isn't it?" Can we leave this until after supper at least?" she begged. "It's not something that I want to talk about right now. ...ctually, I don't want to talk about it at all, but I'm getting the impression that you're going to make me tell you anyway, aren't you?" her tone now included elements of anger."I'm not going to make you do anything, Sis, but I'd appreciate a little honesty here. You and I have enough excess baggage to deal with, and adding to the pile won't get. . more enjoyable. Soon enough, I couldn’t resist the lure of her nipples. She doesn’t have big breasts (just perfect ones) but her nipples were very sensitive, and while my lips were enjoying the taste, my hand was migrating south. Actually, as I think about it, that was true literally as well as metaphorically ... Anyway, she pulled my head up, saying;“Never mind the fancy stuff, I want you in me, holding me and kissing me ... please.”When there’s only about three feet clearance between bed. My lips part as I moan deeply and Mystery Man 2 cups my face in his hands, swiftly flicking his tongue into my mouth, darting it against my own tongue. He tastes of mint and a hint of whiskey, a horny yet subtle combination that compliments the manner in which he passionately kisses me. His hands now pick up from where Mystery Man 1 left off, massaging and kneading my tits over my top. Unsatisfied with this, he swiftly slides the straps off my shoulders, stroking my arms up and down before. He started pounding my pussy like I was a slab of meat.I knew I would be sore later, and I would suffer form pain, but at this moment it hurt so good and it didn’t matter! He was fucking me so hot!“Are you my married slut?”“Yes, I am your married slut to be used like a good whore.”It felt so good, I was about to come.He was splitting me apart and banging harder into my clit than I had ever experienced.Then I felt a familiar sensation of my orgasm building up! I started twitching onto his big.