Even good. I mean, you know ... she’s an amazing person.”“Yes, I know. I’ve known her longer than you have, remember? So... ?”“OK, this is...’t an excuse at all. Maybe it is. Although it’s a bad one. But honestly, things in the bedroom have been going way, way downhill for at least a year.”“You can’t be telling me that the reason you’re masturbating with pictures of your sister is that you don’t get enough sex in your marriage. Isn’t that what the Internet is for? You couldn’t get enough pics of. Our bodies fit together, interlocking like the pieces of a jigsaw puzzle. I felt the satin sliding back and forth over my vagina as her warm place pressed and ground into me. She used small, strong motions, driving directly down onto my clit. The pleasure filled my body with a floaty euphoria. I never dreamed she'd be so dominant, so into it. I groped her softly, feeling the lean lines of her body, exploring her breasts, the hard point of her nipples passing under my palms. Her hand gripped my. Of my toes? Of my nipples?” Her accent somehow made it both sweeter and dirtier.I nodded again. “And your mouth.”“I don’t think it will fit.” Her smile spun my heart around in my chest. Then she reached out, ran her fingertips up and down the shaft, lifted it with her palm, feeling the weight in it.She lifted up and kissed me again on the cheek—again the sweetness mixed with the deep heat of sex. Fuck I wanted her. “I’ll call you. Now go upstairs and empty those big balls for me.”Being told to. At this point, Artie took about four shots and was clearly tipsy, so I cut him off. I took about five shots and was feeling good. I asked him if he wanted to leave the kitchen and go to the living room. When we sat on the couch together we turned on American Dad but it didnt matter because we were making out in a matter of seconds. We were fully dressed but I sat upright as Artie sat on top of me grinding his hips while we kissed. Artie really liked kissing, but so did I. I couldve frenched him.