He teased at it until I was whimpering for more, and then when he started to buff it with his tongue, and three fingers went up my cunt to press in an... out of it, it did not take long until my back was arching, my vag clenching at his fingers, and I cried out in orgasm. He slowed and removed his touch and tongue as I panted and started to calm a little.But he did not let me too much; instead, he pushed me back on the bed, climbed up between my thighs, lifted my legs to his shoulder and plunged. Her face, though not stunningly beautiful, was quite attractive with a gorgeous smile, bright green eyes, and full lips. I had always considered her to be beautiful. My mother had been very affectionate as i grew up, always giving me lots of hugs and kisses. Although normally quite outgoing, it was no small wonder that over the months following my dad�s death that mom nearly became a recluse, preferring to stay around the house. She rarely invited anyone into our home during that first year. For me to forbid Pearl from having sex with Tanya again implied I owned her, and I didn't own Pearl, and she didn't own me. Granted, my beliefs had come from discussions I'd had with Sandy, but they made sense to me. Besides, I'd have sex with my sister whenever I could as long as I lived, so Pearl and I would need to craft an open relationship that worked for both of us, or somewhere along the line, we'd flounder as a couple, and our relationship would self-destruct.I'd taken Tanya to her seat. I can remember furtively fumbling the coats, lovingthe feel and smell. All my sister's friends wore them rather as afashion item than as raincoats, so our home was often full of them. Bythe time I got to Uni, large loose polyurethane or pvc coats werepopular particularly shiny black trenchcoats.So imagine my joy when I saw that Jennie was wearing a long hooded shinyblue coat, loose and open over her dress. She had obviously just come infrom outside as the shoulders glistened with rain.