The first time had been a little hesitant, a little unsure, soft, and sweet. This was rougher, more urgent. Your hand moved from my arm into my hair, ...wining it between your fingers and securing my lips to yours. It took a second for the initial surprise to wear off (I definitely hadn't expected you to make the first move), but I regained control. I nibbled your bottom lip gently before brushing my tongue, ever so slightly, along the tip of your top lip. Understanding at once what I was after,. Jolene stared open mouthed at all four of us until Jack tried to hustle her out the door.“Private party, Jo, get out of here.”Jolene pouted. “Can’t I play with one of them? Or I’ll be quiet and just sit in a corner. Please.” She begged.“Absolutely not. Out,” he ordered. He’d gotten a hard on while we stripped, and it still in his shorts. Jolene stroked the tented silk.“I’ll wear a collar.” She told him. I couldn’t believe what I was seeing. She was hitting on her brother. “I’ll be a good. I will share some other time regarding how it started.So, directly coming to the story. It was Valentine’s week, and love was in the air. Our hormones were filled with sexual desires. As usual, her husband was out of town, and her mother-in-law and father-in-law were at their relative’s place.It was the 13th of February night when we decided to shower our love upon each other. I went to her flat and rang the bell. She was wearing a red saree with a deep-cut black sleeveless blouse. The back. All I could think about, whenever I called her by her name was the young intern in the White House down on her knees. I could see that chubby little intern getting a mouthful of dick from her boss. It also probably involved an expensive unlit Cuban cigar straight up her generous behind for good measure just to show her who was in charge.Monica had twin teenaged kids still in high school and they appeared to be the type that kept their faces buried in their schoolbooks rather than in their.