.. I'm a married woman..."His lips were warm, his tongue like an artists paintbrush on a bare canvas. "I'm...a married...woman..."Gabriella fell black... His mouth closed in around her clitoris and slowly, tantalizingly slowly, he began to suck. Gabriella began to pant, a bead of sweat falling from her forehead, she could see a movement in his trousers as he slowly got harder and harder. She lifted his head up from her supple thighs, her honey dripping from his chin. She fell to her knees in. ” I felt like punching him. He didn’t love me.“So…?” He chuckled, and moved back to fingering me, “This is all about making us both happy Alyson, if you want me to tell you I love you I will. No sweat off my back.” I didn’t know how he could do something like that, so effortlessly. His lack of true emotion was now so obvious it was sad. He was addicted to sex, and he would do anything to achieve it at its finest, even tell me he loved me.He continued fingering me, letting the pleasure and lust. ” I decided someday I must tell her what I feel about her. I at the same time I had the guilty feeling of ruining my own sister. That very girl whom I’ve known for years & I know she is too innocent to talk about this type banned taboo feelings. But who knows may be she had that type of feelings too. She’s not that little any more. Sooner or later she would have known this. I said,” You have become more attractive than ever. You are not that little sister of mine.” “Then who am I?” “To me. From my vantage point, it looks like a small boa or feather duster. I see her swish it side to side in front of her eyes. While still swishing back and forth, her right-hand reaches over and I see her tilt something into it. She then reaches back and begins to trail her hand up her thigh to her cheeks. I can see a glisten on her finger and realize she has lube on her finger and she is rubbing both holes. Her hips gyrate very gently as she brings her left hand holding the boa to her mouth. .