“Sorry Pete, I just got called in. They’re having some problems with a new landing system down at Lindbergh Field, and they say they need my help ...n fixing it.”“Lindbergh Field. You’re going to New York?”He looked puzzled at that, and I said “That’s where Charles Lindbergh took off from, that’s where Lindbergh Field is. Right?”He laughed and said “Naw, that’s Roosevelt Field. It’s actually named after Teddy’s son who was killed as a pilot in World War I. Lindbergh Field is where he first test. She stretched one leg along the edge of the table, the other knee bent, exposing her sex. She placed her free arm along her side, her hand poised between her navel and her bush."Take this, please?"Alex moved the camera, focused it. Heather peered at the monitor. "A little closer. Good. Go ahead."Alex tripped the record button, the computer buzzed."Okay."Heather got off the table and came to look at the monitor. "Right. Can you give me a color print of that?" Sure." Alex clicked the print. And all I could think was how beautiful my sister was as I fucked her.Slowly, I began the process. In and out, in and out, I slid inside Misty’s hot moist sweet spot. My sister felt so good as I invaded her private place with mine. And her vocal tones were mesmerizing as I pounded into her. Without missing rhythm, like a song, she sang sexual choruses that resonated delight and filled my senses. Misty’s vaginal muscle wrapped around me, enveloping me with a fluid filled stanza. I had. Miriam was gorgeous; wearing a tight yoga pant that allowed to appreciate her formidable curves, including the crack of her ass; since she looked as she was not wearing a thong underneath.A skin tight t-shirt barely covered her nice round bobos and she covered her body with a leather jacket up to her waist. The outfit was completed with a pair of black leather boots.I approached her from behind, since her hubby was looking other stuff, some yards away. I slipped my hand between her spread legs.