Please..."He continued to sink into her. He'd never felt something so enveloping and tight. As their hips finally met, he thought he'd never feel some...hing so perfect again.As he reached new depths in her, Ashley's only thought was how she wanted him to do it again."Ohh s*s," Robby looked down at his sister's tiny hips, her dimples welcoming each thumb as his hands clasped on to her hips for support. "You're so tight..." Mmmmpphhh..." she smiled back at him mid-moan. "And you're so biggg..."Her. What I did hear was the distinct sound of my wife’s voice and the subtle creaking of our bed.I peeked through the curtain separating the bathroom from the bedroom to see Will straddling Heather's thighs, massaging her back. She was naked; her towel lay in a bunch on the floor next to the bed. Will was still wearing his towel, but his large, uncut, black cock was sticking out through the opening and dragging over her thighs and buttocks, his precum leaving wet streaks on her each time he moved. I watched from my recliner as she laid back on the couch and began to touch her breast, making her nipples hard, and also my cock. I watched, as her hands roamed her body, slowly moving her hands down to her wet pussy. She slowly rubbed her clit, as she slid two fingers inside her wetness. She loved feeling how wet she was. She was moaning, and it was driving me crazy, as I started to stroke my cock while watching her pleasure herself. All of a sudden she gets up, walks back to the bedroom, and. Things that she had thought important to her had evaporated in the light of self examination. Her sexual revolution fell flat on its face as being trite and superficial. The portrait by Sue had shown an innocent girl on the verge of becoming a woman. She had shed her innocence like an old pair of shoes.Things that she had dismissed without thought had come back to haunt her. She was reminded of those Saturday mornings when she and Dan would make breakfast and talk. She missed them and the only.