He sat back and admired the bare pussy in front of him; it was pink, glistening and wet. Again snapping pictures, again rubbing his panty covered cock...against his sister’s now exposed and unprotected pussy.He lowered his head closer to her body. He slowly lifted the waistband of the thong panties (which rested on his head) and repositioned them just above his mouth. As Terry breathed in the sent of his sister’s pussy, he inadvertently licked her wetness. Being impatient, he then buried his head. " Moira stepped to the nearbydresser, and pulled another pair of stocking legs from the drawer,fastening one each about my wrists, she bound my arms tightly to theheadboard so that I could not roll over. Completing her task, I was soonrewarded with a mouth full of moist muff as Moira straddled me and begana slow gyrating grind over my face. "Mmmm, oh yeah! You like suckingpussy don't you, you little slut?"The black strap-on was riding back and forth across my forehead as shemounted my. Greg and I had decided that after two years of marriage we were ready to bring a baby into our life. Our usual active, satisfying and spontaneous sex life was now more controlled. I had been charting my periods, trying to pinpoint my fertile window. All the literature said the day of ovulation was usually fourteen days before my next period should begin. Since I was as regular as clockwork, we had sex at least once a day, four days before and six days after the appointed day every month.One. "As my husband replied Ian's hand slid down to the side of my leg, the dress I had on was one that John had picked out for me, low in the bust and, although coming to my knees, had slits almost to hip level on either side. In the time it takes to draw a breath Ian's hand had slid down the material of the dress, then slipped through the slit on his side to come to rest on my stockinged knee. His hand gently squeezed my knee then started to stroke upwards in little circles, when I looked at him.