I reached out with my tongue and tasted her. She tasted wonderful. There was an unhurried tempo to our movements. I gently moved my tongue up and down...her slit. She wriggled her hips in feeling. A little more wetness escaped. She gently caressed my arousal with her lips. I moved my lips and tongue up to her hooded friend. I gently rolled back the hood revealing her awakened clit. I probed it with my tongue, which elicited moans from my lover. We kept this slow pace bringing our arousal up. She could almost feel her big brother travelling into her body, cock first. She reached and held his torpedo, guiding him deeper in her greedy cunt hole. “Come on big brother, give it to me and just enjoy yourself. Let me feel you bottoming in my pussy home. Fuck me deep and hard. Bernie was feeling very good, inside her. It was not any better or worse than being into Albie but very different and diverse. He was not feeling it wrenching tight around his thick cock and surely, he was not going. After the obligatory shoe and sock removal, Lori stood up slowly and slid her hands under Kelly’s shirt. She deftly unhooked her bra, and Kelly, realizing what she was attempting to do, assumed the proper position so that Lori’s hands could work the bra out from under her shirt and pull it out the sleeve. (Appreciative applause from the class). Next, still standing behind Kelly, Lori unbuttoned her skirt and Kelly did her increasingly popular hip move to get it to fall to the floor. Lori. Oh gosh, it's hard to describe ... but different. Was he going to be someone really important in my future life, a best friend ... or simply the brother (and uncle to my kids) who lived in Cleveland or Philly and who I saw once a year? That afternoon we started down the path to becoming adult friends. It was kinda nice."Can I paint you?" I suddenly asked Craig as we sipped our beers later that afternoon."Me? A model?" he asked with a small grimace."Yes, the handsome, young, college sophomore.