“I crave it Master, please, please let me feel you inside of me.” My wife is rubbing my ass and tickling my balls. I feel Brad step up to me and m... wife licks his cock head to get it wet. She holds it as I feel the moist head press against me. He gently enters me as I feel his huge head slide in. I just groan with pleasure.He pushes in until he is balls deep. He stays put for a minute to let me get comfortable. He slowly withdraws but not all the way. He pulls out so just the head is in me.. ”I let out a loud growl. Her talking dirty was yet another push toward the edge. I leaned back a little, changing the angle I was penetrating her, and pulled on my erection. It was a trick I’d learned some time before to help keep me from coming, and it was working. There were limits, though - especially when I was buried in such a tight, hot pussy. It also tended to stimulate a woman’s clit, but Jemma certainly didn’t need any help with that.Her fingers were a blur over her hood, and she was. I got down from the bed and just put a bed sheet over her, and come to TV hall. I have not disturbed her for 15 min. then again I went to the bed, put my hand on her fore head and smooched her gently. She opened her eyes slowly, as if one opens after meditation session, and gave a blushed sweet smile. Even I responded the same way and touched her lips with my tongue.Slowly I put my right hand on hers and brought her hand and put on my dick, which was still hot. She opened my zip and I brought. So it was just me, my big sister and my dad. Truth be told dad always wanted a son. A farmer needs a strong son to help with the work. I wasn't big or strong even for a girl. I was tiny, petite and delicate like the spring flowers. My hair was blond, eyes deep blue, my waist was slender and my breasts round and pretty but not large, not like the girls in the men's magazines.My sister was was also tiny and very pretty. She had left us to try her luck in New York City. She wanted to be a fashion.