Didi kab mere peechhe aa kar khadi ho gayi mujhe pata hi nahin chala. Mujhe tabhi pata chala jab didi ne mere haath se kitab chheen li aur apni almari...mein fenk di.” Bhaiya yeh galat baat hai, kissi ki books bina puchhey nahin padhni chahiye, buri baat hai, chalo chai pee lo nahin to thandi ho jaye gi,’Maine didi ki ankhon mein dekha to laga ki vo mujh se shararat kar rahi hai. Jab vo mere pass baithi to jaan bujh kar apni chuchi ko aur bhi nanga kar diya aur mere saathsat kar baith gayi. ”. Gently sawing inside of my sister. Each time I would remove myself to just the tip, then slowly put it back in, relishing the feelings of the coupling the two of us were sharing. I broke our kiss just in time to hear a moan escape for Abby’s angelic face. I began to kiss her neck, and kissed all over her face. Eyes, mouth, nose, cheeks, and lastly ears. I whispered confessions of my love to her, never once breaking my stride inside her. Still going slowly and gently, I made love to my sister,. "Judy, for this first time you'll setup the pace."And then I lifted her so that the head of my cock was in her very wet entrance. Her eyes became big and her legs almost gave out from the contact. And the head of my cock entered her. A determined look came into her eyes as she positioned herself and started lowering herself gradually. I was fascinated to look at her. She was certainly the most beautiful girl I had ever seen, angelic face, perfect B-cup breasts, enough hips to determine her. That sort of wet doesn’t disappear easily. But I cleared away as much of the excess as I could from myself. I returned to the couch. As much as I hated the thought of embarrassment, I now craved the sensation her touch was creating. I positioned myself as I was before leaving. She started running her fingers up and down my right arm. I felt the rush down below again - a combination of longing and unsatisfied craving. Then the wetness. I wasn’t sure if she was doing this on purpose or simply.