” Josh confidently stated.“Can’t you just wait until I’m on the birth control, then you can cum in me as much as you want,” I argued.“Yeah...” Josh said withdrawn, “It’s just not the same.”“What do you mean?”“The risk isn’t there you know?”“Risk?” I asked confused, “Wait...do you want to get me pregnant?”Josh held his head down, seemingly embarrassed for being called out on his fantasy, “Would that be such a bad thing?”“Uh, fuck yeah. You’re my brother.” I yelled.“Gary Steisma got his sister. I kissed her as she laid back onto the bed, my fingers finding your drenched pussy. I would love for you to lick me, but if you dont I understand&hellip,,she inhaled as she orgasimed. I wanted to suck her cunt and to taste her from the source, but I couldnt&hellip,not yet anyway. I kissed her mouth and sucked her tits and fingered her cunt till she came two more times. Enough time had passed that I again was a bitch in heat. As she came down from her orgasims, I leaned back, feet on the bed,. I decided to go up to the complex’s pool to cool off. I went into my bedroom, undressed and pulled on an old dark blue one-piece swimsuit. I didn’t like wearing a bikini up to the pool; some older men hung around the pool and although I have a great body, 34C breasts, flat tummy and a nice pair of hips, I like my body admired, not ogled.I wriggled into a tight pair of denim shorts, grabbed a towel and set off towards the pool. I was still 50 yards away and could hear the incredible noise of. The normal shapeliness of her breasts was negated by a loose-fitting, light blue cardigan over a floral blouse – house clothes, as was normal when she wasn’t going out, or going to work. But Carol Jackson was the kind that ‘scrubbed up well’, and she could still turn a head or two, attract the odd building site wolf whistle. Not bad for 40. She looked great when she dressed smartly for her office job, either a nice fitting grey pin-stripe trouser suit or navy blue skirt type suit; that’s if she.