That's an ass-load of money for them if they don't have to share as much of it with us. How much do you think they're anticipating making from the tou...?" I don't know," Matt said thoughtfully. "Why don't you tell me?" They would make profit off the tour, don't get me wrong there. We would sell out every venue and I wouldn't be surprised if they jacked up the ticket prices a little just to pull in more. But no matter how much they make off of us touring, it wouldn't be a tenth of what they'd. I can feel the sweet anticipation of slowly peeling away those lacy black panties, again exposing you to the contrast of crisp air and my warm, insistent breath. I can almost taste you already.I would take a few seconds just to look upon you, to take in every detail of your most sacred flesh, the folds of perfect skin - the fullness of your blushed lips - the neatly crafted hair adorning your gorgeous mound - the glaze of erotic excitement catching the light as your pink lips pulse, before I. ’”“Sounds like fun, gorgeous,” I said pulling her panties down enough to proceed.She had started to take some deep breaths, “It’s Ok if you want to be rough, I enjoy that!”I was stroking myself to get real hard, then I found her rosebud and pushed hard all at once, to her immediate “Oooooooohhhhh!”“No so loud, Butt lover,” I responded. “On your stomach, please?”She did as asked, and I began the fascinating sensation of fucking my own sister in her ass. I had looked at a number of porn sites to. The feel of your semi erectness against my clitoris as you bounced me around when we climbed the stairs felt heavenly and all I could concentrate on was you. It had been so long since I felt a man press himself into the hot cavern between my legs. While thinking about the distant memory that was my last sexual encounter, the sudden feel of soft fabric surprised me as you playfully threw me on my back. I was so grateful that I was wearing underwear from Primark as you took no time in ripping my.