"That's exactly what I had in mind. You're going to fuck me. Now strip." Without any hesitation my sister started removing her clothes. Again I th...ught I saw that tiny smile as she cussed me out, "You're a fuckin' blackmailing asshole. I should cut your balls off." I took just a minute to admire the beauty of my sister. Her smooth skin, her perfect proportions, her firm breasts, they were what I had dreamed of for years and now they were mine. I lay on my back. "OK, get on and ride." . The attention to detail was evident. The large closet had plenty of room for coats and boots and there was a built-in bench opposite it for putting on shoes. Past the entryway, you could see the fireplace flanked by huge windows of the great room and dining room looking down the valley and ski slopes.I moved further into the house. On the left, there were stairs with wrought-iron finials and hardwood banisters curving up and down. “The master suite is over there,” Carl said waving his hand. The number on the apartment door read 14016, indicating he lived on the 14th floor, in Apartment 16. The building was a condominium. Mom and Dad owned the expensive apartment, and it was big.Exhaling, Gilbert considered inviting Ken over. Ken lived a mile away on Travers Lane in a big brick colonial. His parents were wealthier than Gilbert’s, and owned rental properties, and time-shares all over the place. In fact, it was their Airbnb that Mom and Dad had gone to spend the weekend.“Don’t get me. "That’s so fuckin’ good!" he moaned as both of his hands pushed me all the way down the length of his tool.I handled it like a pro and continued deep-throating him until I felt his hand on my dick begin to fumble around trying to release my roaring stiffy from the sticky confines of my underwear. I released him from my sucking frenzy to remove the last obstacle between our surging bodies. As I pulled my shorts off, Scott rolled over on top of me and ground his dripping hard cock into my own. He.