Again no action for next 30 minutes and they were chatting merrily.His hands were just hugging her at her waist while they were chatting. Just then th... gal ask him"我那么重,你的腿会酸吗?but e guy replied "不会,你常坐在你男人的腿上吗？she said "没有, 从来没坐过他的腿。he said "那我不是很幸运能让你坐我的腿?哇还能抱着你我有多幸福啊。she just nodded shyly , and said 嗯,and I could tell she was waiting for some more actions.but he just simply hugged her tightly without any further actions. She then leaned her head on his shoulder and thrust her 2 big breasts. Her hands went to the side or her skirt, and she bent slightly as she lowered the fastener. Standing erect she allowed her skirt to join the rest of her wardrobe on the floor. As she stood there, silent, he examined her body. A slim, healthy, gorgeous woman, but he could see the sinew and muscle tone under the soft flesh. This was a woman ready to satisfy.He lowered his gaze, down across her small, but firm breasts, across her soft yet flat perfect stomach. Following the line of her body his. I said I am hurt on my boobs and afraid to tell this to mum so please help me it is itching me very much. Please I begged him. I am your sister only so please feel free and I turned him around. I took him to the bed and I laid down an said come on. He applied some powder over my boobs and belly and started thinking. I lifted his hand and placed it on my boobs. He started moving his hands on my pretty boobs and I can feel the temper and heat creating in both of our bodies. I was in heaven by his. Her blood scented the air. Damien ignored his hunger. He had fed enough. Instead, he planned. He had a hunt to conduct. Faust Crespo had turned his wife and taken her. Damien would get her back and avenge them both.He sat on the bed beside the comatose Britney. Her heart thudded loudly in her chest, her rhythm strong. Her breasts rose and fell in the Chicago Bear's jersey, the collar stained with her blood. The puncture wounds had already healed.Damien sat with his laptop resting on his thighs..