There a tulips on the table that I bought from the market earlier. There’s a half drunk glass of wine from before I left. We go upstairs, there are ...iscarded clothes all over the bed. It’s so quiet after the club and the street. We pause, as if taking a deep breath before plunging under water. Suddenly we’re in each other’s arms. Our kisses aren’t slow any more, they’re desperate, hot. His tongue is in my mouth, I imagine it running over my clit. Filing me up. His hand is slipping up my top. I didn’t know why but I couldn’t sleep the whole night. I smoked a few more cigarettes, had a drink and thought about all the time when Adam fucked me. Our first fuck, the time when I caught him with my bra, the time when he teased me under the table in a restaurant. I had never thought this much about Adam, but all of a sudden… I just wanted to be very close to him. After finishing one more drink, I came back to the bedroom. It was 5.am. Adam was still sleeping. Annie was not in the house so. She needed my cock! My sister was a bitch in heat! She wanted me to fuck her like a slut! She was on fire, quaking with need her body raised up and down with the intense erotic sensations.My touch and kisses were inducing as my finger moved inside her, her body responded with frantic twisting, turning thrusting at the same time I caught a nipple between thumb and forefinger and twisted it gently oooohhh my sister was one hot cunt! Please! Oh, Bhaiya! Take me! Please! Please! Take me, Vicky. My husband still breathing heavily next to me. I pushed him a little and moved him further toward the edge of our bed to give Charles even more room. My husband snorted once, turned a little but went back fast asleep. Charles finger never dislodged from my sopping wet aperture but continued stroking gently.“Think he’ll wake up?” Charles asked.“I hope not.” I whispered softly.Charles turned to face me as I laid prone on my back, my left knee raised and d****d sideways keeping my pubic area.