.. you know?" She looked away self-consciously, color rising to her lightly freckled cheeks."No, Jesus. You're my sister," I gabbled, "And you're... y...u're..." What?" The color in her cheeks deepened and the expression on her face turned dark, "Too boyish? Too flat-chested?" She gestured towards her breasts or rather, the lack thereof. Her nipples were pointing back at me accusingly through her tank top.Mentally I backpedaled. I was in a no-win situation here and I needed to find the way out. The old me, the boring me, kept trying to interfere. It was time to have fun. “I want you to feed my pussykitty on the plane. So I can be in the high mile club.”“Mile high,” the man groaned, his finger sinking into my wet, juicy depths. “Holy shit.”“You keep saying that,” I giggled. “But there’s nothing holy about that. Let’s talk about nice things. Like my pussykitty. Isn’t she so soft and wet and juicy?”“Oh, yes,” he groaned, breathless, sweat beading his ebony forehead.“And doesn’t your cock. Christina took this as her queue. She sat between my legs, leaned back and attached her mouth to Vicky's pussy. Her tongue sliding up and down my cock as I shoved it in Vicky's hot pussy. I stiffened. Christina knew I was going to cum. “Pull back... shoot it all over her pussy.... Like a cream pie.... I want to lick it all off.” I did as she asked. The people that could see the action and my ejaculating cock were going wild. Christina's mouth opened and collected my cum as it rolled down. We met, she took to this beautiful establishment, where we had lunch together. Towards the end of us completing lunch, she said she wanted to continue conversing back at her place, I figured why not. About half an hour at her place she kept looking at me, smiling, looking away, I've seen this look in girls my age before and knew what it meant. The conversation had taken a more serious turn after discussing her divorce which had been finalised about a month earlier. Since we were on the couch at.