In the others, the relationship was just as evident, but in those my focus was on… other things. I liked the way Mom’s ass looked as she bent ove... the back of the couch dressed in what I knew to be fishnets that belonged to Karen (we will go with that as a name). She had taken the fishnets from Karen’s drawer and sent pictures to me of her rolling them up her legs. I had asked her to remove her panties. She had ignored me. Then I insisted and she did it. “Only for you.” She had been so. I am talking a fantastic set of 36c's and Sheree loved to show them off! I loved to see her do it and loved to be with her when she did as it made her horny. One night we were sitting in a little bar/restaraunt know as Bungelow's having drinks with a coule of guys we knew when she went to the bathroom and removed her bra. I could tell by the way they jiggled as she came back to the table that she was swinging free. I asked her in front of the guys if she lost something in the bathroom and she. I've been around and on the interweb and all.Just more dick right?So long as he doesn't go crazy or anyone finds out !So he moans and groans, calls me a fucking slut and cums right up my cunt.I shivered as I felt his ejaculated flood inside my pussy.I let out a big sigh."Finished?" I called to himan enthusiastic " Yeh THANKS SIS !" came back."you slag!" oh great"I knelt next to him wondering what to do."your taking the pill sis, I saw them in your room." you're right" I said back. and"hay. As usual, constructive critiques and comments are welcome and appreciated. Thanks for reading my story and ENJOY. woodmanone My inspiration for this story is the song ‘Rhythm of the Rain’ by the Cascades – released in November of 1962. Listen to the rhythm of the falling rain Telling me just what a fool I’ve been I wish that it would go and let me cry in vain And let me be alone again The only girl I care about has gone away Looking for a brand new start But little does she know That when she.