"So go to sleep and let me rest," I said, withdrawing my hand, patting her firm, rounded buttocks and turning to grasp her off side breast while my mo...th took in the startled nipple of the nearer globe."Ah," she sighed, pulling me to her as I tongued her. I could feel myself hardening as was her dug, but my mind urged me to caution and to rest.She licked my nipples, wriggled down my body and took the length of my root between her lush breasts, holding them together to form a sweat-slick tunnel. Her ass chute widened slowly as Sid slid his slippery rod deeper into her. She felt the walls of her anus snap in place behind the corona of his dick and thrilled deep in her gut as he pushed on into her bowels with deliberate slowness. Goosebumps rose down both legs and arms as he advanced his large log into her guts. Some cramping began as he neared the end of her bottom chute, but these just added to her overall sensations of total helplessness and made her hornier that ever. When he was in. . Forget it!' He attempted to sound tough with himself and strenuously forced the blast of newly acknowledged, first time affection toward the opposite sex, to a corner in his sea of consciousness, where it will not hinder his performances in the event that his big sister's Master would test him. 'I'll see her when I'll return, and if she is okay with me then ... I'll ask her for a date'. The last thought made his heart pump again and the inner flames of youth flushed his face. The notion of. With her loneliness and figure, it was natural that we would cling to each other. I didn’t plan to have an affair, but I was in a sexless marriage, so it was inevitable. Our affair was brief; it ended when I was transferred to another store. I didn’t keep in touch. Sharon sent me a card once, and my wife took it badly, but that was that. So what did we do? At first we flirted. At least Sharon did. I was a pretty awkward young man and didn’t recognize flirting for what it was. Still, I paid.