"Kiss me," she said, her voice as serious as anything I'd heard her say.I lifted my head from the floor, and tilted it the opposite way to my s!ster. ...e both closed our eyes at the last moment, and I felt that huge heart-rush once more as our lips connected and we shared a very deep and loving kiss. I pressed my hands against my s!ster's back, pressing her onto me and feeling the squash of her breasts against mine.We were perfectly matched for each other; in our physical beauty, in our shared. She enquired about my b-tech studies and also assured me that she would help me out with the subject. First day was normal and I just peaked in to her assets. As time grew my boyish charm worked and we became close friends, we would often chat on whats app, sometime I would even call her and talk for long time. As time grew my crush on her grew too, I felt nice being close to her, we were comfortable in each others company, now she used to wear jeans and t-shirt sometimes and also her chunri. I'd spent days just thinking about it and had made up my mind that as soon as my son Keith was on his way to school and my husband Dave was on his way to Salt Lake I was going to get on the computer and visit the site Sherrie had told me about.My God! Hundreds, maybe even thousands of stories about wives fucking men other than their husbands. I browsed through them, stopping to read one if it caught my eye. I hadn't been on the site a half hour and I was so hot that I had the fingers of my left. Driving another four inches this time inside her. She screams again as my cock hit places never touched. I held her hands down so she can't stop me from thrusting into her. Each thrust drives deeper and deeper inside her, the in and out motion causing friction against the tender walls of her vaginal canal. Each thrust brought another scream and more tears. I let go of her wrists and my hands found her small breasts, squeezing them. My growl is low and vicious in her ear. All she can do is.