She looked wonderful. I stood there for a minute, still thinking how strange it was to see the captain of the cheerleaders in jeans and a brown-and-be...ge plaid blouse. She was very pretty. She leaned toward me slightly and kissed me chastely on the cheek. “Goodbye, Jim,” she said in a half-whisper. Then glancing back over her shoulder at the clock on the wall, she gathered her belongings and walked out of the classroom, presumably to collect a few more yearbook inscriptions. I watched her. “Before you fuck this, Micheal, do you absolutely promise me that you have visually worshipped this, committed it to memory, and will think about it next time you cum inside your wife?” After a considerable pause she impatiently shakes that god-(or satan?)-given creation up and down at me. “Yes, Megan, I promise.” “Mmm, I like that, Micheal. Okay, jussec.” From the headboard shelf in front of her she grabs a small bottle of oil, and, maintaining that absurdly bangable position, pours liberal. I give her left cheek a firm smack, ‘I said do you like this dress?’ ‘Oh yes daddy.’ She moans into me. I lift her up and naturally her legs wrap my waist. Weare kissing feverishly and I’m pulling at my at my belt buckle. We haven’t been at each other like this in years. This was like new love all over again. We made our way into the dressing room, but didn’t bother pulling the curtain behind us. By now dick was free and her panties were pulled to the side. Bae was dripping on me before I could. Even Amber’s tits swayed to and fro with the rhythm of her strokes. She was a natural with the strap on. Amber slowly increased the pace, now familiar with the force and position necessary to move the cock between her legs into her younger sister just as she desired. Max’s dick was now hard and he was slowly stroking it as he watched. Standing, he pressed his thighs forward on the side of the bed, letting his cock hover next to Amber’s head, sending a sign he hoped would be recognized and.