I lay there on the queen-sized bed, propped on one hand, looking at the sweet thing laying beside me. She was a beauty with a young, lithe body, long ...londe hair that was now swirled around her shoulders, and soft sensitive skin now covered with a fine patina of perspiration.I was running my finger tips over her body, reveling in her youth. I had just rolled off her after spending over 90 minutes in all sorts of contortions, sometimes with my mouth plastered to some part of her body: her. I could not talk to in the shock. She asked how is her dress, she continued as if she looks like a film actress?.She said that she picked this dress today for a reason to show how much she looks like a film actress.She commented that I forgot for a moment that she is my sister and how I admired her skin.Yes, that was true and she has lovely skin.She came forward to me and gave a caring hug and started cry. I was broken and asked what happened.She said that when she started her job in the bpo,. Barbara Jensen Sloan, you have made me the happiest man in the whole world.”“Wow!” Barb exclaimed. “What brought that on? It’s not even our anniversary.”Then she sobered and said, “What a coincidence. I thanked God for giving me the best damned husband in the whole wide world. I love you desperately, Steven Carson Sloan!”Then she grinned and added, “Now having gotten the mush out of the way, will you kindly get your ass out of here?”Steve grinned, winked, and went off with Ken.Meanwhile, Maria. No matter, this wasn’t a case of love anyway. Lust was running rampant and she was going to see it through. Her crotch was smelling of arousal and my fingers found it soaking wet. No need for foreplay in this copulation. I poised myself between her bent legs and she guided me to the entrance of her furrow. My cockhead was thrilled with the heat and wetness as she rubbed it up and down from her clit to her perineum. Finally positioning it between her inner labia she said softly, “Push!”Mmmm, she.