’ I smile. ‘I am that good, huh?’ Marissa laughs. Her smile fades, she looks into my eyes, and brushes the hair from my face. ‘You are only th... second guy that I really like.’ While Jen reads, I think about Marissa’s beautiful petite, brown back. One thought leads to another. Brother and Sister Bear make up by the end of the story that Jen reads. All four Berenstein bears are happy. Marissa sees her parents, brothers, and sisters about three days a year, if she is lucky. One Dennis the Menace. Heather is two years older, always horny, and loved to talk dirty. Jenny never minded, the private conversations with her sister would make her pussy tingle, she liked that. After spending enough time with her big sister she would always lock herself away in her bedroom and make herself cum. It only started feeling a little weird when her panties would get wet just thinking about her sister. But, she came to the decision some time ago that she did not have a choice of what turned her on, some. I stared at my naked reflection in the mirror for some time and was happy to see that my large 'D' cup tits still looked as firm as ever. I cupped myself and squeezed them hard, bringing a small cry of pain to my lips. Now my hand dropped down between my legs to find my sopping wet pussy. I didn't take my fingers long to bring me to a crashing orgasm and I slid slowly to the carpeted floor.I was lucky, I suppose, men find me pretty and they just love my big tits. On top of all that, I just love. I was in what we used for a computer room. My wife was at her desk, working away at her latest project, completely oblivious to everyone. The youngest two were asleep, and I was at my desk working on a firewall and some scripts. It was probably about 1am when Michelle came to us and said that she was going upstairs to lay down and read, but she would appreciate it if someone would come up and check on her in about an hour because there was a show that was coming on that she didn't want to.