Kind of. I mean it takes two to tango. That led to the realization that she had ... tangoed. I looked at her again, this time with male eyes instead o... Daddy eyes. At five-six or seven she looked a little taller because she had the slim body of the cross country runner that she was ... had been. She bought her own clothes, and did her own laundry so I didn’t know her sizes, but I estimated her to be maybe thirty-four or a little bigger in the bust. Her breasts rode high on her chest. Standing. The heat of her wet mouth enveloped my hardness. The softness of her tit flesh was soo smooth as I cupped and kneaded her breasts. I wanted this moment to go on forever as her tongue lavished my swollen cock meat. Her fingers were strumming her clit and rubbing her wet cunt even harder. I had often dreamed of this moment but never thought it would ever happen. I moaned out as my sister licked and sucked my cock in and out of her soft hot mouth. Her nipples were rock hard and swollen as I. Sabrina put her mouth to a nipple, hesitated, then lightly clamped her mouth about it. She started to suck. At first nothing happened, but then the milk began to flow. She tasted the sweet liquid, felt it run down her throat like watery honey. She sucked harder, greedily, intoxicated by the taste of the milk. Finally she removed her mouth, gasping for air. “There's plenty in the other,” Abby said. Sabrina licked and slowly sucked at the nipple before suckling. Abby's nectar slid down her throat. A good tract of hunting land was pretty valuable, especially one that consistently produced some outstanding deer. David told them that he would honor his father’s leases and to stop by in a week or so for new keys to the gates. That was first on his list of the things he needed to do. He’d share some of those duties with the farm boss. Harold had been a part of the farm for as long as he could remember. His father had served in the Vietnam War with him and they were as close as brothers. When.