How could I believe his words when I knew they were lies? I swallowed the rage that started to evolve. I swallowed the anger that was about to show. I...took pity on him. He was hurt and I wanted to comfort him. I wanted him happy.“Jake you know how I told you about my first time?” I asked him dumbfounded.“Yeah. I still want to kill that asshole that hurt you. I can’t fucking believe he raped you!” he yelled in a whispered tone. Almost afraid that the memories would come back to haunt me as we. " Yeah, sure, what." Have you had sex yet?"Well, that came right out of the blue, my sister and I had never even mentioned sex to one another and now she asks me if I've done it."Um, no, not really," I told her not even wanting to ask why she was asking."Is it something you'd like to do?"Shit, now this was getting weird. First, have I, then, do I want to?"I guess every guy wants to, Dana. This is weird, why are you asking?" Well, you really didn't answer my question. Would you want to have. I hungrily thrust my tongue into her pussy, instantly visualizing Maria’s white thong panties as they strained at her hairless pussy. It helped that my wife always kept her pussy smooth for me because she knew how much I loved it that way. Her pussy was delicious as my tongue wasted no time lapping up the fresh juices that had just exploded from her. I was in a haze as I lost myself in the fantasy of sucking both Sara and Maria’s pussy. I wanted them both. I wanted to bury myself completely in. It was exhausting. Why couldn’t she break a rule every once in a while? One night she had had enough. There was a bit of bad girl in her that was screaming to get out. She dressed conservatively with an edge to it. She wore jeans that were just a little too tight. They showed every curve of her body. The legs of the jeans were tucked into the boots that came over her knees. The heels were high and spiked. She wore a leather vest with nothing under it. It was snapped up to the middle of her.