I would masturbate during the day and have fast hard sex with Sara at night. Today was the fourth day. Waking up this morning, I felt defeated and gu...lty; not a very good combination for a man to feel. For the last four nights I had used my wife to relieve my sexual tension caused by her little sister, only it wasn't working. I had a feeling nothing would work until I was balls deep inside Beth’s sweet young pussy. I took my head out of my hands and walked to the sliding glass door. Sara and. Wife and I went and had a beer (or three or four) and when we got back, she was still there sitting on the couch. Not sure if she even moved or not.Woke up the next day and she was still there. No, not on the couch but in the spare bedroom. She was there the next day too. So, taking the wife to work the next day, I asked when she was going back to her granny's house. I got a shrug of the shoulders and told, she didn't know. I said, "I do, she has until Friday." Went on to explain that we were. Mrs B took the first-aid items from the table, and set them down beside her. She then reached her right hand round behind her, took my hand from the back of the lounger, and placed it on her left shoulder. Her lovely, smiling face was inches from mine, and I was now sitting tight against her right side. “You’ll need to hang on, it might hurt quite a bit”. I watched around her as she poured some antiseptic liquid on a piece of gauze, took my left knee by the underside, and bent my leg, so my. Aaahhhh….yes….I like it…. And I went on exerting as much as pressure onto her firm and tight breasts.The more I pressed her breasts, the more pressure she demanded on her breasts from me, the harder I squeezed her fleshy and spongy breasts, even herder she requested squeeze her breasts. She started uttering only broken unclear words like “…aaahhhhh… yyoouuuu… …uuuuuhhhhh…oooffff..” .etc. And was caressing me all through. My erect hard cock was getting pressed and rubbed against her soft, silky,.