I’d spent the better part of the last thirty years with Joanne. During that time, our lovemaking became a gentle dance of affection that did little ...ore than satisfy our needs. It became so routine over the years that I’d almost forgotten what real, hot-blooded arousal even felt like. It was then I realized that up to that moment, those same habits were still controlling me.Now though, the words Candice spoke broke through those habits and brought back the lustful recklessness I’d possessed as. Two hands held me there longer than I would have of my own volition, but his expression assured me I could escape if I wanted.With a push, I slid back, gasping, ropes of drool connecting me to this amazing dick, before sucking on the tip again, getting salty precum as a reward. My sloppy tongue drifted down, slurping each testicle into my mouth, one after the other. I brought my right hand down to wrap around the slippery rod above me again, loving the texture of it in my palm. Tingles of. And my heart was beating like crazy to see my own sister playing with herself in such a sexy way.I bit my lip, trying to keep silent as I watched, lest my big sister hear me and be angry that I was in there, embarrassed that she was giving me such an intimate show. I was very aroused, my own little nipples hard, my pussy wet, and I realized I was aching to touch herm my own hot fucking sister. I put the heel of my right hand against my clit over my tight jean shorts and began grinding down on. Please can I get it back? She was looking up at me with those beautiful little girl eyes, almost fluttering her eyelashes. I had seen them playing. I seemed to spend a lot more time in my back bedroom since the show theyd put on a week ago. Looking at this pretty little girl, so cute and innocent looking, but knowing what she did with her dad and brother, my cock stirred in my baggy shorts. Erm, yes, of course. Come on through. I was finding it really difficult to speak. Stepping aside she came.