A chill ran through me and my nipples stretched to meet her hands. After a minute of basking in the sensation I turn my head up and met her in a kiss....As we kissed her hands undid the buttons on my blouse. She then went back to caressing by bra enclosed breasts. I need to feel her on my bare breasts and I sat forward undoing my bra and slipping it and my blouse off. I leaned back and she continued to caress me and pull at my nipples while her mouth traveled over my neck, shoulders and face. My little sister agrees with that assessment, and she communicates this agreement by loud groaning while I whip her with the single tail. I pay particular attention to her small tits, but there is no part on the front of her body that does not feel the whip. It takes almost 15 minutes, but in the end she looks like a zebra. Or maybe a tiger. Tigress. Groaning aside, she is almost purring from the pain, trying the get me to hit her between her legs so maybe she can cum.That’s not going to. ...mmmmm so I would usually have a guy on top of me and one below me ... they took turns and then we would switch up and I would be on top or bottom.. with his brother being so much bigger than us ..and liking us to pin him... it was usually one of us on top of his brother and then it would turn into a pig pile or we would roll onto our sides and sandwich his brother ... once in a while we would fuck his brother but most of the time we would be taking turns on top of big brother pulling down. It was only a 2 room apartment in a fading Victorian apartment block, but it was their home. Joe’s fierce independence had given him the wings to fly when he left the army in 1948 bringing Irene with him from the hop-fields of Kent to make a nest in Scotland. He was privately proud of his achievements so far, coming through the war unscathed. He had served in India and Burma and finally in Japan with the Royal Engineers. One of his roles as an Engineer was the debris clearance in Hiroshima.