" my sister whispered. "No..." "I did," I said softly. "I liked fucking you, and I've been thinking about fucking you, and Jen, I want to fuck you ag...in." "Nooooooo..." her voice trailed off. Her eyes were closed. "We can't..." Her hands were clenched tightly in her lap and her legs were pressed firmly together. I reached down and took her hands in mine, moving them aside, then put my hands on her thighs and pried them apart. I heard a sharp intake of breath, then "Jake, what are you doing?. She gave thanks for the good things in her life, remembered her husband who had passed away three years ago and her two children who were both away in college. She started to get up, remembered something and dropped back to her knees. "Also, Dear God, please send me a man. I haven't had sex with another human since my husband died. Amen."She climbed into bed and pulled the covers tight to shield her from the nippy, Cape Cod, October weather. She lay there, letting her thoughts wander. It had. He took off his underwear too and he told her he wanted to lie down in her bed so the two of them could fool around. “Can I play with this some more then?” she asked. “Honey, for you, well you can play with it all night long okay? But honey, I want us to have sex too. So if I cum now then it’ll take a while for me to cum later on. Do you want me to cum now or later on?” he said. She was still holding it when she looked up at him and said “Later on I guess.” They played around. Her camisole. Worship that mufucker!" I didn't need any encouragement though. The way he looked deeply into my eyes as I worked my mouth down the length of his dick was enough. He owned me with that look.Ryan was a lot more vocal. I loved how he grunted as he fucked me. I felt him fill me up and stretch me out with every thrust and every time he withdrew I ached for him to fill me again. What he lacked in experience and technique he MORE than made up in strength and stamina. Sweat glistened on his chest and.