”“I’m sorry for butting in, and honey, you know I don’t like to do that, but call Jason and give him her number.”“Thank you.”She did, Ja...on put a dog on that bone, and had pictures and even a bit of audio that Wendy used to unload a problem. She was in our house, with her two big suitcases and a smile, on the Saturday before Thanksgiving. Jessie was out and not going back until the next Monday, then only for three weeks until the winter, spelled C H R I S T M A S, break started. That lasted. He smelled sex and sweat; both odors I loved mostly…My loving husband Victor was in my head so I opened my mouth to say something, but I was not sure what to say. I stood in silence as he stared at my naked body; with a bright look in his eyes and a very nice smile…He said I deserved a good time and he would bring it to me.Then he pushed me onto the bed. Victor was still in my head somewhere, so as this black guy pushed my thighs apart with his hands, I tried to close them again…He smiled. .. Ahhh..." I whimpered, feeling all my body reacting to him and my juices running down his fingers and my inner thighs.He felt I was just about to come and stopped, what I received with regret and relief at the same time, watching him stand, taking off his jacket and shirt and lift me, crossing my legs around his waist and getting further into the woods while I softly kissed his tribal tattooed shoulder and neck, then he leaned me my nude back against a tree.I could feel the tree's rough bark. "Yeah, I do. Pretty often, too. More often than I do thinking about Sarah." I saw her eyes widen a little and noticed her nipples hardening through her tank top. Holy crap, I thought, Is she getting horny? No, it must be cold. I couldn't make my own sister horny, could I? She bit her lip, further convincing me she was horny. "What, specifically, do you think about when you think of me?" Wow, she's bold, I thought. "Well, often enough I think about your sexy little ass, and how it felt... er....