I had mentally prepared to meet her mother, and I was going to explain myself so she could put to an end her memories of my father. Meeting Catherine ...cuppered that. My overpowering memory was the warmth of her skin. The weight of her body against mine. Her hair against my cheek. Then reluctantly, the fact she was my half-sister. I could not feel revulsion for my sensual thoughts. All I had now was a profound sense of loss that I would never see her again.Two days later Catherine phoned. “I. As the pleasures got more intense I closed my eyes and lay back. Soon, the urgency of my climax began to build and I quickly felt the rush of my second load of the morning. Strong jets of cum shot from me and I felt the first of them splash on my chest and others down my belly as they began to slow down. Becky lifted my temporarily spent dick and gave it a little kiss on the head, sending a jolt through my body as I lay there panting.I felt my girlfriend’s mom rise from the bed and heard her. There were so many thoughts racing though his head, such as questions about his sexuality, utter shock at himself that he was really doing this, as well as totally ecstasy that his fantasy of being in the arms of a strong man was finally being fulfilled. After what seemed like a while, Rhyler had lost all track of time, Danny let up his French kissing, and pulled off Rhyler’s shirt, followed by his pants and underwear until he reclined on the couch naked. Danny took Rhyler’s throbbing cock in. She remained in position with her skirt pulled up holding it in her hands. I crossed my legs and leaned back. "So, what's your name girl?" She looked at me and softly muttered something. "Speak up girl, I couldn't hear you." She said louder, "Mary, my name is Mary." "Well, that's a pretty name. A pretty name for a pretty girl. So tell me Mary, do you have a boyfriend?" She nodded her head yes. "So how long has he been fucking you?" She said nothing. I casually rested my gun on my lap. "Now.