Don’t move, don’t try to speak, just listen and feel. ‘Your nipples are hard. Do they ache for their clamps, my lips, my fingers? I know they ar... not hard because you are cold – it’s a warm evening. They strain through the silk of your blouse as if they want to come to me. Perhaps they shall.’ She felt the whisper of hair as it brushed her leg. ‘You’re wet. Do you wonder if I am? Do you want to taste me?’ The bed moved and she heard a rustle, like material brushing against fabric. Her nose was. She softly cried out with desire, and when he released, he hooked his fingers into the waist of her shorts. She raised her knees from the cushion and allowed the article of clothing to drop away. Even before they hit the floor, he had hooked his fingers to his own shorts and pulled them from his body. Now both were naked and free. He looked down at the white globes before him. They were soft and perfect and caused him member to pulse with desire. His hands slid up her back once more, following. The bed that we had was a double bed, my sister slept at one corner, me in the middle and our cousin on the other end of bed. I had switched off the lights and locked the door from inside. My sister slept in a long loose tee and me just in boxers. The first night nothing happened. The next afternoon, I made a plan with my sister, when had had finished her shower she would call me and I would call my cousin, who was watching TV.Downstairs in next few minutes, she called me, and slightly kept the. Donna wrapped her arms and legs around me and squeezed tight.“Oh my God,” she breathed. “I’m ready to explode!”We began moving together - a slow, gentle, rolling motion, like small waves pushed by a light wind. As the wind picked up, the waves grew larger, until they crashed onto the beach with frothy foam.“Oh God!” Donna gasped, her tunnel hugging my shaft tightly as her body shook. “Keep going...”We slowed our pace, and once again, the gentle surf developed into crashing waves, something.