I was down to my boxers, and I was just starting to remove them, when she lifted her sweet little ass high off the bed, moaned very loudly, and began ...o flow slow and thick onto my bedsheets.I tossed my boxers on the floor, knelt between her pale soft thighs, and began to eat her delicious pussy, one lick and one nibble at a time.Her dainty hand encircled my hard, throbbing nine-inch cock, and she began slowly pumping me up and down. I let out a long, low groan of satisfaction, and she asked me. They,” she broke off and began sobbing.All I could do was gather her in my arms and cuddle her to me.Eventually she calmed down.“Sorry,” she said, “for a moment there I felt I was back in that room in Munich and they were.”She broke off again.“Cal, if you can remember anything about that, it’s important, you need to tell me,” I said, “then maybe we can finally end your nightmare.”“I’ll try,” she muttered, “but I don’t know if I can.”“Just tell me what you can, and we’ll see where that takes. She leaned back, and started to use my cock as nothing more than a piece of meat to get her off. With closed eyes she gyrated and rose and fell, doing whatever it took to rub my cock against every spot of her tight, wet pussy. She would slam down on my cock after slowly rising up on it, lean forward to it would rub up against her clit, then lean backwards so it could rub against her gspot. I watched in awe of my no longer virginal little sister and she tweaked her own nipples, pinching them. I can just imagine what it would be like to go to an event like this and have your ex- bring his new, younger wife, and you don't even have a date. "Cindy, I assure you, I am one person you do not have to hide anything from," I said before pausing. "We should hire a young male model to be your date tomorrow," I joked. "Oh, I like that. Let's make sure he is well built and hung like a mule too!" I thought to myself, 'okay, three glasses of wine and she's drunk...this woman does not hold her.