When Donna sat the bottom of the towel crept up barely covering her fiery bush and my cock leapt in my pants. ‘Down boy, ‘ I chastised myself.Mean...hile my sister assessed the bruise that was forming on my face and my split knuckles. She just sighed again and then hugged me laying her head on my shoulder. We sat like that for a few minutes - taking and giving solace just by being together. “Donna ... what did you mean ‘not again?’” I finally asked.She was quiet long enough that I thought she. Me puri tarah gili ho chuki thi.Mera haath ab sidha uske pant k pass chala gaya aur me pant k upar se hi uske lund ko sehlane lagi. Ab usne mere lips ko chhod diya tha. Wo mujhe neck pe and kapdo k upar se hi boobs ko kiss kar raha tha aur kaat raha tha.Main bhi uske lund k saath khel rhi thi. Usse bahot gussa aya. Usne mujhe ek thappad mara aur bola, ” saali kutiya, aur kitna tadpayegi. Meri pant utar aur mera lund chus.” Aur ye sunkar mujhe gussa ane ki jagah me turn on ho gai. Maine uske. My eyes almost popped out their sockets as I took in the beauty of her toned body. Her long legs were gorgeous, leading up to her barely covered puss. Her thong was basically a piece of red string, just big enough to cover her lips. The top of her landing strip was visible as the small patch of material of her thong was too small to cover her pubic hair that extended from the top of her puss-lips to just below her navel. It was a beautiful sight as she groomed her pubes perfectly. Her 36D. After all, few of the young unmarried nurses wanted to work midnight to morning, especially on the weekend. Her husband wasn't too happy about it but right now she wasn't thinking about him.It was the second night, about two in the morning that she let herself into Craig's room. She stood there in the semi-darkness admiring his body. Craig stood about six foot four, and weighed two hundred and sixteen pounds. Every ounce was hard muscle, sculptured like a stature of some Greek god. What her.