What we had was love and we both were ready to move to the next level.Always feeling so horny and with Christine there to remind me of how much I miss...d her daughter, the only thing wasn't getting from Christine was sex. The polar opposite, now questioning why I was even with her, not getting anything else from her, the only thing I ever got from Samantha was sex. Just missing the sex, if only I could have all that I was missing from Samantha in Christine, or vice versa, I'd be a happy man. If. Maybe a blemish? Not on my Sweet Sister. Not enough to notice, anyway.She shrugged her shoulders and the blouse slid down her arms. She raised her left elbow and slid her arm out of the blouse, pointing her bra-clad breast toward the camera, the lace wrinkling with her gyrations. She dropped the blouse off her right arm and tossed it into the corner. Without bending over she pushed the heel of her right shoe off with the toe of her left and kicked the shoe over near the blouse. Then she did the. ”“It’s a pity to abandon a goldmine. This year you’ve made even more profit than the last.”“I know,” she said, “I don’t need your accountancy skills to appreciate that.”She paused while she studied him; a gorgeous blond hunk of a man, wealthy and, although a thirty-something, unattached. Why did he continue to visit her - she was ancient, so old she’d retired from ‘the game’ long ago.She opened a cupboard, extracted two objects and held them out for his inspection, one in each palm, book-ending. I rubbed up and down him through his undies as he quietly moaned, then after a few minutes he pulled them down and his 4” was all to see. My hand roamed up his shaft as I pulled his foreskin back and forth he moaned again. Next thing I knew his hand was on the back of my neck, he was pulling me down towards him.I was inches away from him, I got myself in a comfortable position and bent down and licked him, he groaned. Using my mouth and mouth only I went up and down on his shaft, his small cock.