I can explain! Sorry Sis, I ... unh ...I"She smiled, still staring at my flaccid cock, "It's okay, Robby. I think it's kinda hot that you use your lit...le sister's underwear to get off on.." You do?"She sat down on the edge of the bed. "Yeah, I do. Why don't you finish?" Cuz you're watching. I can't ... just pick up where I left off."She reached for my limp dick. "Then let me help." What! Why the hell are you home, wasn't there a football game tonight?" I said as she gripped the soft lace. With my hands on your head I began to guide your face down between my legs. I want to feel your lips on my clit and your tongue deep into my wetness. My hands still on your head I pull your head in, as if I want you face to be buried into me. I can tell that you are getting aroused as well as I am. I want you to taste the juices from my climax. The motion of my hips and my hands guiding your head tell you that I am about to cum. As my juices begin to flow I can tell that your tongue is there. Also, I always thought I could push it to another level with a maid, ‘cause I wanted to fuck rough, but my girlfriend wouldn’t permit. But there were always these social restrictions that prevented me from making a move on my maid then. Oh, about my maid – Suman, a young shy 20-something slut-in-the-making, who had a petite body with tight tits and ass to go with. She was probably 32-28-34. She used to come early in the morning, when I would just be getting ready for school. Waking up each day. He forces her over the table and hikes up her skirt, pulling the crotch of her pantie to the side and pushes into her. This is getting worse and worse. The girl, barely sixteen, leans submissively over the table, having learned real quickly the futility of struggling with the man. It wasn’t always like this. Of course she had only known him for a few weeks before the big fight with her parents and her running away with him. It was almost a fairy tale, falling in love with an older man and.