Once in the living room, Paul turned to me and said “Stop there”. I was a couple of metres from him. I did as I was told. My erection was coming b...ck!Paul leant back against the arm of the sofa, he slowly undid the buttons on his shirt and opened it. I remembered the flat stomach with a dusting of hair. I removed my jacket, partly to follow his lead and because I was beginning to get really quite hot. I stopped at my shirt as I wanted him to lead at that moment and I would follow in silence. My husband had a business tour which I knew earlier and he left for the airport directly from his office. I was so happy thinking of getting laid with sunny , and he didn’t even know what was on my mind. I checked in to the hotel by 3pm , I had brought my lingerie which was one of my favorite and got ready before he arrived and ordered a Champagne and a bottle of Wine . He was there dot at 5 . I had switched off the lights to make the ambiance . I caught him by his hands and brought him in , he. Let me explain how I became enjoying wearing my sisters panties, well like most boys my age I enjoy looking at porn and whenever I saw a smoking hot girl giving blowjobs or girls eating out other girls they always had beautiful panties on (at least to start with ) and my eyes were drawn to them, well after a while of seeing so many panties I started thinking about my sisters panties and then started thinking about my sister wearing those panties of hers, I got rock hard every time I watched. ...God.....Godddddddddddddddddddd....it's happening again O Goddddd" and a lot more like that. Because I didn't stop. I kept fucking her with my tongue even when she started to pull up off me. I locked my little arms around her lower back and held on for the ride, never once stopping my tongue and searching again for that one perfect spot. Stacey just kept cumming. For a few seconds it wasn't as intense as the first one. Then it built up again. Her body stopped resisting me and her pussy.