A firm kiss, I taste your pre-cum and then I take you into my mouth. I suck on your cock, feel it pulse and then I pull on it playfully. Your cock is ...ard as steel, and I rub my tits on your erection. Your hand on my back, your fingers touch the side of my boobs and my tits are yours to play with. I start to dart away but you grab my hips. Your fingers on the waist band peel my tight yoga pants garment from my body and leave them in a heap on the floor. I slip from your grasp and escape to. Sis: Yeah I realized that late. Its been a month I broke up with him and I am not able to forget him.Me: (Oh thats the reason why she started to cuddle my hands)…She told me about her dispute with her boy friend ( I was wondering meanwhile I don’t even have a girl friend how shall I console her and all) but then I somehow started consoling her.. She started to cry but then I managed to stop those tears saying that it isn’t true love as she was attracted to his words he speak and not him.. (That. Then her hand moved up and down, pumping me slowly in her fist, wanking me with delicate strokes.“Does that feel nice, baby?" she asked.I nodded, caught up in the moment, enjoying the sensation.She worked my fat cock slowly and expertly until I was lost in her gentle strokes. I watched as she pulled my gown to one side and, with an exaggerated pout, said, "You're oozing all over the place, honey. I bet it's been a long time since you've emptied those balls. And we don't have a towel to catch. That Marcia rents." Yes I do. Nice to meet you. I've heard a lot about you." I've heard a little bit about you, too."She offered me some leftover cookies but I begged off, claiming I wasstill full from breakfast. She offered me a cup of coffee, which I took.She told me that Marcia had made the cookies, so it seemed kind ofchurlish not to take one, after all. I pocketed it for "later." Then sheasked me where Marcia was--she called her "Marcia," not "your dad" or,even worse, "your mom," which I.