She lifted up the shirt and bunched it up in her fist.Belita backed her hips up, lifting a bit so Will’s erection went between her legs. He could fe...l her heat resting against the top of his cock. She was smooth like Bella, but he could feel something else too. Delicate, but firm. It dawned on him. More rings.“Get him wet,” Belita whispered.Bella brought her other hand to her mouth and got a glob of saliva. She reached around and started rubbing it on Will’s cock, then she slid her hand all the. My sister was forced to drop out of high school and mother had to work double shifts as a waitress; not only was financial issues troubling her, but also was the loneliness anyway, as our apartment only had two bedrooms, my sister and i were forced to share a room and my mother had the other.During many nights my sister and I would hear my mother trying to fathom her loneness….moans and shouts of sexual pleasure could be heard after she arrived from work, she would pleasure herself at least. I was never really sure if you were aware of such behavior or mine any more than I was sure if you were aware of the feminine modesty I felt when it came to keep my shirts on and not exposing my chest. You never help me there with your constant joke about how lucky men are to be able to take their shirt off in amusement park rides that got us all wet. You have no idea how it hurt me, feeling it not right to remove mine.As time went by, dad joined the government you and me were left alone and. First, your rich, milky ass, which so proudly presents itself as you twist your body above mine. Then, your arms stretch above your shoulders and over your head as breasts appear like succulent moons in a midnight sky, so round and generous, tempting one to taste and see. Delicate lace slips silent from off one shoulder, then head and body, leaving you finally bare and completely naked above for my intimate perusal. My mouth gapes open like a man half starved. Your hands dance gracefully over.