Thinking about many of our conversations, some extremely personal, nothing came to mind. After a while my coffee got cold, so I got each of us a fresh...cup. Hers was practically untouched, another out-of-character item to add to the list.Sitting down again, I finally heard her talk. "You have the patience of a saint!" Nope, no patience at all. I was wondering when you were going to stop wasting my good coffee." Smiling, I asked, "Do you want to talk about it?”"I'm not sure." She paused. "I mean,. She picked up a wash rag and put a dollop of soap in it and started to wash up and down her arms and chest. “here let me do it” I said. She handed me the wash rag and I started to lather her up paying extra close attention to her pubic area. She smiled as I kissed her clit when I was finished washing it. I stood up and she grabbed the cloth from me and started to wash me down. As she worked her way down she paid extra attention to my still hard as steel cock.After washing me she started to suck. ” I answered.“I can’t believe you’re getting all those people picking on you because of your boobs. Teenagers can be so cruel sometimes. It reminds me of...” Chris looked nervous.“Of that time when I went school in your old town.” I said with as little emotion as I could.“Yeah. I still have bad dreams about that.” Chris said.I couldn’t help but I laughed at that. I was about to say something stupid when my sister sat her lunch down by us.“So how is Chris Routh doing these days? Or should I say. Keith started working his hard cock into her tight ass andshe squirmed and tried to flatten herself on the table topbut it was no use and Keith finally got his big cock all theway buried in her ass. Then he started fucking her. In andout while pulling her bound wrists to drive his hard cockdeeper.Mark pulled her face off the table and moved her into akneeling position on the floor in front of his chair. Keithmoved down with her, still pumping her ass.Mark unzipped his pants and pulled out his.