It turns me on knowing she wants my cock, probably even more then I want to be inside her. I look over at you, as I wipe some of her juices off my fac.... Youre still playing with yourself, and watching. I can see by the lust in your eyes it is turning you on. I spread her lips open with the head of my cock then push. The head pops in. I pull back just a fraction, and push again going in a little deeper. We are both watching, as I repeat the in and out motion, going deeper with each thrust. I am. Like, if you keep your armpits, or even your pussy unshaved, you're somehow less accepted than the skankiest crack-whore. Consequently, only people who don't care much about social acceptance, like artists or hippies, stay unshaved. And me," I laughed. "You... you're an artist," was all she could think of as a reply. "Ah bullshit," I laughed. "I write porn. It has nothing to do with art. It's an outlet, and it's fun, but it's not art." She seemed thoughtful and serious when she replied. "I. I didn't and Kay laughed in a wonderful warm and embracing way which set you completely at your ease. You were with friends. You had come daring yourself but without a belief that you would. Now with one beautiful swift move you lifted the dress over your head...no slow seductive strip...just one joyous "oh fuck it" and you were naked. Now you had the power. Now you needed to take charge and have your command metYou stood there proud and bare. Kay whipped off her dress in a moment and you stood. Waisa he huwa, didi uthi aur darwaza thoda sa khola aur tv ki taraf dekhne lagi.Abh main didi ko clearly dekh sakta tha magar mera sarr tv ki taraf hone se didi ko laga ki main unko nahi dekh raha hun. Firr maine dheere se apne pyjama mein haath dala aur apna lamba lund baahar nikaal liya aur usko aage peeche karne laga. Didi abh bhi wahin khadi thi aur yehh sabh dekh rahi thi. Jaise he mera pani nikla, wohh andar chali gayi.Ussi raat ko dinner k waqt, didi mujhse bahut he acchi tarah baat karr.