I watched in the mirror as her titties bounced with the force of each slap. When tears began to stream down my face, Ingrid took mercy on her naughty ...tewardess. Pulling my nylons down to my knees, she gently kissed my bare, tortured bottom. "That's a good girl," she purred. "Let Ingrid kiss it all better." "It tastes like candy," said Ingrid, drawing her tongue from the top of my thigh, over my cheek and down into the crack of my ass. "Open up and let me taste your asshole." Reaching back, I. Her hard nipple was creating an impression on her bra. I took of my t-shirt and tracks and was in my boxers. She too removed her pant and was in her inners. I slowly cupped her breasts and kissed her lips. I was kissing her neck, cleavage, navel and her pussy over the panties. Slowly I put my hands behind her back and unclamped her bra to release her breasts. Her pinkish nipples drove me mad. When I was relishing the sight of her breasts, she pulled my head and placed my mouth on her nipples. Even if I could pass for her slightly younger – and meeker – sister in appearance, we’re far from close. She’s always been haughty with me, but then again, she is our captain. Perhaps it’s a part of her role.We put away all the equipment in silence. The field is empty, and only a few spectators linger in the stands. Our lively performance always attracts family and other curious eyes, and I’m not naive enough to ignore the appeal of the flying miniskirts. Although I’ve never admitted it to. Sitting down he spread his legs -- cock now painfully throbbing as he stroked it with one hand, while with the other he raised his toy butt above his head, squeezing it slightly; the flow of creamy nut-butter oozing into his watering mouth. He swallowed greedily, slurping and sucking as he gulped it down. Suddenly the door swung open, his mother stood there, cock convulsing wildly, flinging clear sparkling pre-cum onto the ground.As he opened his mouth to speak, his mother picked up his sticky.