Back to the point, this town is weird. But hey, it's all I know.I leave my room through the door marked "Daniel's Room" ready to answer the call of na...ure. Why I still live at home I don't know, but it's free. I'm not alone, my older sister lives here, too. And as a kicker, she also goes to the same school.Ugh, school. I can't even remember then name, I just remember it sounds like a pornstar's name. My train of thought gets interrupted by a voice. My sisters voice to be exact. "Daniel, let's. ..At precisely 8pm I was in position, waiting patiently on the bed with thelights out, when I heard a key click in the door. I obediently closed my eyesand waited, growing wetter by the second.I heard someone come into the room and listened as they rustled around forseveral minutes. Finally I heard Sean's voice..."Ok, Michele darling, you can open your eyes now!"I opened my eyes and saw that the room was now lit by dozens of candles.Breathing deeply I savored the scent of strawberries wafting. I removed his hand from my breast and directed it into my pant and panty and started to rub my wet pussy by his hand. He opened his eyes and i turned my head towards him and saw in his eyes and also continued the rubbing of pussy and I took his one finger and pushed in my pussy. ohhhhhh! I felt as I am in haven.Rahul kissed me on my cheeks and I asked me “Are you wet”? which made me more horny. I said “YES Rahul. fuck me darling, Fuck your sex slut, tear my pussy dear”. By hearing this he. I ease forward now...maybe just an inch...perhaps two...not trying to fuck you, not trying to stroke into you...just letting your pucker reverse it's stretch. my fingers still clamped into your flesh, my thumbs hauling your butt so wide apart you wonder if the crease of your arse might not be tearing (too?... we'll see...) and now i start rocking my hips... slowly....just back and forth and inch or two....not even fucking you, per se....your cunt is dripping...you don't even get the sense that.