“We can’t do it here,” she exclaimed. “Why not,” asked Max pulling her into him. “Somebody will walk by and see us,” she replied. “Fin..., we’ll go in the kitchen,” he said as he spun her around and ground his cock into her ass. With both hands she reached behind him and grabbed an ass cheek in each hand. She gyrated her ass against him as he brought his hands around to squeeze her breasts. He was so hot and horny that he thought he was going to cum in his jeans. He started walking toward the. She had several tattoos, her hair was always a different colour, today it was bleached blond, and she had a sailor's vocabulary. Whereas my wife is an athlete and well put together, the most exercise my sister-in-law seems to get is lifting her fork or rolling a joint. Her weight had spiralled up over the last couple of years, but even with her being 5'5" and close to 200 pounds; still, she is a very attractive girl.As soon as we were out of town, she asked me if it was okay if she changed from. I was expected at Lynn's house by noon for my usual Sunday dinner.Sunday morning there wasn't very many students in my dorm so I took advantage by taking a long, slow shower. By the time I was dressed in jeans and sweatshirt it was time to get to the bus stop. I was hoping that Lynn's mother Eva was slow cooking a roast today. Pork or beef didn't matter to me. Both were succulent the way Eva did them up with potatoes and carrots in the oven.The bus hadn't gone two blocks when my cell phone. I bet that you're going to be playing with your tally whacker as soon as I go back to my room. Am I right?" I knew I was blushing, because my face got really warm after she said that."What's a tally whacker?" She reached over and put her hand lightly on my dick, which was already hard from what we were talking about."Tally whacker, dick, salami, cock, pecker, meat, rod. There's all kinds of names for it, but I think tally whacker is the cutest." She rubbed me through my pants the whole time she.