She used to ask me which color panty and underwear shall I wear. But we were within limits and never exchanged pics.Here comes the change in the story...One day she texted me that her marriage has been fixed. The dates were after three months. She told me that from now on we won’t be chatting all dirty things. It would not be good as she was getting married. I agreed to it and said okay we won’t do it from now.We didn’t chat for almost 2 months now after her marriage got fixed. But I knew that. ”, she commanded. I turned my head at looked directly at my mother sitting at the other end of the sofa. She slowly opened her legs until I have an excellent view of her long legs and white lace panties. She slowly lowered her hand until one finger was touching the crotch area of her panties. She slowly began to move her finger up and down her crotch staring directly into my eyes. As much as I wanted to jump up and run to my bedroom, I was compelled to watch her finger touch herself. My dick. .. not tall ... not short ... she had regular features and flyaway curly red hair that surrounded her head like a foamy halo and deep sea green eyes. When in the captivity of her mother or father but less so accompanied by her brother, she displayed the pleasing manners and gentle bearing of a upper middle class upbringing.Today, however, she was cleverly disguised as a hoyden disguised as a post ... a post with fish. Her movements were slow and careful ... sometimes taking as much as a minute. OH MY GOD……………IM CUUMMMMMMING!!!! I felt her warm fluid run down my cock and couldnt hold myself. My balls churned and shot rope after rope of cum into her. Amanda lost it onto my face, and we came together. Amandas cum slid down the sides of my face, and she screamed in pleasure. Becky slowed down in her fucking, and Amanda fell of me onto the bed. With one last thrust, I pulled Becky off me and laid her down. She was shivering from her orgasm. Amanda bent over and kissed her sister, tasting.