I kissed her first before my tongue reached for her and I started to lick her.If I could not choose whose cunt looked better there was no contest on t...ste. Sarah’s cunt was wet like Ange had never been. It was wet and oozing fluid that I was eagerly slurping at. I wanted to drink her; I could not get enough of that taste in my mouth. I pulled her cunt lips apart as wide as I could, came up for breath and a good look at her and then, I went in for more.I always got the impression with Ange. ’ What I wanted to say was I love you, I want to fuck you, I want us to go to glory together in one gigantic burst of light, I want to pick you up and carry you to Heaven where you belong. But, though that would be easy to understand, it would also be a top-fuel Class A conversation-stopper. So I said, ‘Can I get you another cup of coffee?’ I was prepared to blow a large part of my five-dollar weekly pocket money there and then. It would be better than spending the 45 cents on another pack of. I hear the squishing of his hands as they continue stroking amidst the overflow of his balls as it flows down his long shaft to coat his pumping hands, lubricating them. That sight has me rolling and fingering my pussy until my whole body is tensed in an orgasm unlike any I've ever felt roil my mind. My eyes close and I tremble and shake for what seems hours as hard spasms rock my world, and all I can do is hold my hand tightly against my mound and squeeze my thighs and moan loudly, hips. I asked her how she wanted to fuck me, and got her to describe it in great, dripping detail. Positions, scenarios ... hell, even role-plays.For almost half an hour, I sat there with the biggest boner of my life as my sister Lucy told me every way she wanted to fuck me, every way she wanted to suck the cum out of me. She told me about how she wanted to make out with Marcie just to turn me on, just to get better at it. She told me about her fantasies of being my sex slave, of dedicating her life,.