Your deft hands move them just past my hips while your mouth eagerly searches out where the fabric had been. All along my panty line you kiss, and I s...uirm, which I can tell you find endearing. Stopping to look at me, we lock eyes intensely. I can still see everything that points to, ‘this is right.’ You remove my jeans and panties, and look at me, curled toes to curled fingers above my head. I’m breathing raggedly, I need you. You trace your fingers along the inside of my right thigh,. What if we invite her and Joyce for dinner tomorrow?”“Sure! If you’re OK with them being together.”“They’ve met. They talk on the phone, even. I thought you knew that.”“No. I haven’t read your journal since the Becky incident. It just didn’t seem right.”“OK,” I said, pleasantly surprised. “Yes, they’ll be fine. And you’re OK with giving up another evening?”“Trust me,” she smirked, “there will be more than enough sex between now and Sunday afternoon when Mom and Dad come home. In fact, you can. I wonder what she will be like on Saturday! Monicamight have a challenger," I exclaimed. We drove off and went to alittle caf? along the lake and just sat for a bit. That's when it hitme. "Jen, do you realize this might be the last time we are alone forover a week except at night?" Jenny stopped and stared at me.'That sucks" she said and leaned into me. Reality was going to makethis difficult. After finishing our coffee, we thought we better getback. On the drive I remembered I hadn't. Amit slid two fingers in, and also stroked Shanu’s stiffening clit with his thumb. “Ye baat hui naa…..maza aa gaya.” she sighed. “Tu to bahut jaldi chudai karna seekh lega chhote bhai.” Amit jammed his insistent cock against her thigh. “Shanu chhota hu to kya hua lund to chhota nahi hai na? Isi lund se hi to mai Bahanchod bana tha.” Amit continued to move his increasingly skilled fingers, and it wasn’t long before his older sister was panting like a stream engine. Amit slid on top of her again,.