I was dying to have her to slide her tongue inside and ravage my cunt. Suddenly she withdrew her fingers and put them to her succulent lips spreading ...y buttery liquid on them. While looking at me, she opened her mouth and sucked on her fingers, tasting my juices. Straightening-up while still on her knees, she rubbed her fingers against my lips, wanting me to open and share in the taste. My lips parted and I welcomed her slippery fingers in my mouth, licking and cleaning my honey off them. We. All I wanted was her. As life progressed... She had her roller coaster of life and ended up pregnant. Frankly, I was jealous... It would have been a dream come true to have been the one that impregnated her. I wanted her attraction and her more than anything else. Despite my getting caught spying, my craving and desire for her never ebbed. I wanted to feel her, touch her, taste her, caress her, penetrate her and love her still. I was and am infatuated with my sister. Since then, I have. She was looking around the bedroom & I could tell she was not sure what to do with herself. She looked at me again. "What?" she asked. I pointed at the bed. She held her bath towel as if she knew what I was going to do next. I took hold of it & pulled her nearer. As I did, I turned her around so she was facing the bed. "I'm cold" she nervously giggled. I gently pushed her onto the bed & started to finger her freshly shaved pussy. She was wet. Really wet. I softly played with her clit and she. All the legwork was tiring and that’s when I often met Chuck, a family friend that offered to help me. His first advice to both of us was to repair the marriage. Somehow Ashok and I agreed on one thing. This isn’t working. Chuck was a nice, friendly, fun loving guy who was a manager of some sort in a large legal firm. His knowledge of procedures at divorce was quite helpful and we got along quite well. Some of my friends began to suggest that we had something going. Nothing of that sort was on.