Boy was I wrong.All of a sudden, I feel this overpowering force that I cannot describe. All I can say is that something didn't feel normal. Not knowin... what exactly was going on, I asked her, "What was that?" She says, "What was what?" Way to play stupid and deny what she was doing. She clearly knows that she just rammed something the size of a bus up my ass. There's no way she can deny it.(background info) Turns out that she had desensitizing lube on her finger when she rubbed my hole. She. That voice was very familiar. It belonged to Angel, Summer’s big sister, who was actually eighteen. She dated Jonathan, who was sixteen, but no one had bothered too much about the that since the age of consent was sixteen and thus it wasn’t statutory rape in his case, nor did she worry with me. Yes, I had been quite intimate with Angel on more than one occasion. She was a plumper, paler version of Summer, with her hair a bit more on the wavy side than the straight-haired baby sister. It was. I can feel the hard force of his orgasm, filling my pussy. We gasp hard, catching air into our lungs. He stays on top of me, showering me in soft, light kisses for the longest moment. We stay in bed, wrapped in each other’s arms, not wanting to move. It’s not until Gavin’s phone goes off, it’s his mate, he’ll be here in ten minutes. This is really happening. I’m so excited, I feel as though I could jump out of my own skin in such excitement. * Morning sex. Always a good thing with Nicole. No,. My own pent up needs urging my allowance of your visiting silks, your learned and loving awe. May my bliss run fluid and copious, a heated reminder of your own rampant needs. ~~~Later that night...He enters through that latch that is left to his avail to open, hoping once inside he'll repeat this described process of the earlier encounter. He momentarily ponders a vision of delicate alluring draperies clinging to her sumptuous frame. What such fineries might she await him in this night? His.