And when she grinds her hips down against me, slow and languid, I almost cry from the sheer pleasure in that one action. She claims my lips again, pul...ing me closer, breathing me in. I hold her as close as I can without melting into her, if that were possible it would of happened so long ago. I slide my hands up the back of her shirt, feeling her warm skin, she’s always like a walking furnace. It’s endearing though, lovely. Her shirt rides up and I quickly pull it over her head, not to break. Wrapping her now slender shapely vixen of a figure in that bed sheet, she walked down and changed again. “Ohhhhhhh fucking god, I fucking want that body again. God I soooo want her,” he said aloud to himself. “I know,” she said from behind him. “I can see it in you now.” She was wearing a simple cute polo shirt. It was pink with pink panties too. “Like this I hope?” she asked. It was okay but as soon as he saw her in it he started snapping pictures of her again. She appeared to look phenomenal. I moved in next to you and started shuffling the papers into stacks, leaning over the desk to reach across in front of you. I felt my skirt ride up a little too high in back and your hand went to the back of my knee. As you slid your hand so slowly up my stockings, you said, "Keep working, good girl." Your hand went up under my skirt and to my hip as you pulled me directly in front of you. Your script was in motion."Sir, what are you doing?" I asked breathlessly. I like this game, I thought to. “Wow sis. You may break a record sis. I mean it,” Jeff said. Lately I had been sucking on his dick passionately. He had a huge weakness for my blow jobs. As I kept going up and down quicker and quicker he was loving it more and more by the second. So he had been shooting some bigger loads. “Holy shit sis, I'm gonna cum,” Jeff said. “Stand up real quick,” I replied. Then I put my face right in front of his cock and he shot his load onto my face. It was a weird turn on for me, I had no idea why I.