He is looking straight at me for who I am. He is not drunk on lust. He is not in a hurry to go further. He has no intention other than sharing this mo...ent. He knows how to give pleasure and he is confident in his ability to make me melt. I feel like I’m already a puddle at his feet. I look up into his eyes again and invite him for another kiss. He leans in and resumes making my mind and body ache even more for him. I lift my left leg and fold it around his right calf. The fabric of my tights. Even if there was not much light any longer, perhaps night was finally coming.I stepped out of the shower and toweled off, wrapping another towel around my hair. I twisted it, and tucked it in, so that it stayed on my head. Then I shaved and did a little primping. With that out of the way, I took the towel off mu head, and finished blotting my hair deciding to let it air-dry. I grabbed and applied deodorant and cologne before I got dressed, then I headed towards the kitchen.After a brief. WHAT A odour tat was!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!.I kissed her strawberry lips for a long and i smelled her shaved armpit.It smelled like a rose. oh mom what a girl did you gave birth i thought.finally she removed her panty and sucked my cock hard. after that i fingered her wet,hot pussy. my sister moaned loudly as "aaaahaaaah,hhhhmmmmmm,hhhhmmmmmm. at that time my mom returned and saw our god damn thing. I bowed my head of my mom watched this. But she came near me. French asked if Carrie was ready, and Carrie murmured a yes in response but with a tone of voice that acknowledged she fully expected the spanking to hurt. Mrs. French rubbed Carrie’s bottom a few times, scolded her by telling her she mustn’t lie, raised her hand, and brought it down hard with a sharp smacking spank. The sound of spank after spank filled the bedroom together initially with the odd gasp from Carrie which increased in intensity and as the spanking continued and Carrie’s bottom.