"No wonder I'm so sore!" she groaned. "Are you mad at me?" Hell, no!" I hugged her. "It was the most erotic night of my life. And by the way, you took...very good care of me, too!"Then I remembered and told her about the money! I explained how she had gotten tips from the men and she wouldn't believe how much. She mentioned $20 and he laughed. She said $1000 and he laughed again. Then he pulled open the drawer.Megan's eyes popped out of her head! As I scooped them out onto the bed, there were. . don't stop fuckinggg meee, Ohhhhhhh... !" She muttered passionately.Faster and harder, I plunged deep into my sister's pussy. I could feel a tickling sensation at the base of my cock that was growing strong with every passing second. I could also feel the throbbing of her spongy pussy lips. My sister rode harder much like an unstoppable sexual beast. Her face was contorted with lust and pleasure as she stared at me, her eyes filled with love and desire.The tickling sensation reached to its. Lois had learned all that 25 years ago when she had been the prettyyoung thing given a position with the young fast-rising starexecutive. Their relationship had been hot, torrid, and long, lastingfive years before Mrs. Weston-Langston learned of it. For a half yearLois was banished to the secretarial pool, but after Mr. Langston hada fling with another girl, she was offered a position to be hisassistant again, but without the hanky-panky. She admitted it: she wasstill in love with him, and was. . and then I guess I'll have to go back to Brenda's house and say "good-bye." Why did I ever have to make that stupid promise? I just want it to be OVER! Especially after what happened tonight. I should write it down. Maybe it will make me feel better. I should be wonderfully happy, but I'm not. How can an emotion that feels so good make a person so miserable?I'll just start at the beginning.I arrived at Fred and Brenda's house a little late. I'd never driven around that part of town before,.