"As if!" She grinned. "I have the reflexes of a cat."Mom looked up from her coffee. "Little kitten, if I catch you climbing that tree again, your refl...xes won't save your ass from a spanking."The look on my kid sister's face was priceless. "Sorry about that mom! I just felt like climbing, and there was a tree just standing there."Mom just looked at her." I suppose it had nothing to do with how you were pointing your cellphone at your sister's window." She said very softly. "Once was amusing,. Still giving me the full-sexy backside view of her writhing dance, she looked over her shoulder at me, extended her arm out behind her, reaching for me. Her whole body gyrated to the loud, kick-ass beat. I took her hand and she pulled me to her, Joan the actuarial analyst, twerking like a teenager. Suddenly, the hard lump in my pants was tight against her, squeezed and massaged by her soft, warm, gyrating, thinly covered ass. My cock, with a mind of its own, felt hard as wood. Joan spun on a. So I kissed. I’d never kissed a woman’s nipple before. It was amazing, I’d never felt, tasted, known anything like it. So vibrant and alive, it quivered beneath my lips growing and hardening. I felt her twist and push into me a little more. So I sucked too. Licked. Thrilled at the feeling of another woman below my tongue, it surprised me. I felt her top hand searching between us.She got my elbow, followed it down the forearm to my wrist. She guided my hand lower and around, palm facing her. I. Here I was the guy who never wanted kids; whose wife had to almost beg for children because I was worried over how they would affect our finances. Now I had twins at home and another on the way with my mistress. I looked down at Becky asleep on her bed and put a blanket over her. My mistress. It sounded so funny and Victorian; like I was royalty or something.I let myself out of her bedroom, spent a moment cleaning up in the upstairs bathroom, before following the sound of blasting music.