I grab her hair, pull her away from me and say as demanding as possible, “Bed. Now.” When we get to her bedroom she closes the door, and immediat...ly starts taking off her clothes. I help, tugging her jeans down and practically ripping off her panties. I throw her onto the bed and start to kiss her body all over, focusing mainly on her nipples and inner thighs. “Stop teasing me, Courtney,” She says between moans. She wants it so bad, I can tell. “Tell me what you want, sis,” I say to her with. It felt so wonderfully alive and virile here in the snow and chill. ‘Wait,’ he said. ‘Wait.’ He moved them over to the rail of the bridge, so that his cock emerged through the stone balusters. She was standing to his right with his right arm around her shoulders, and they might have been lovers standing together on the bridge silently admiring the view, except for her right hand crossing over in front of him, pulling steadily on his cock, not too fast, not to slow, with the rhythm she knew he. The only problem would be at night. With the lights on inside you could make out outlines from the outside. The drapes would take care of that. We left spots were we could look out if necessary. Once we felt comfortable we relaxed and fixed dinner. We had gone right through lunch and I was hungry. I was used to eating by the cock.When I started to yawn, Cindy took me right up to my bed. She wasn’t going to let me fall asleep so easy that night. She undressed me and then she undressed. My other hand gripped my wet, slippery cock at the base and I pushed the globular head against her anus (ass hole). She knew how and when to relax without having to be coaxed. I wondered just how many guys had fucked her pretty dark asshole. She grabbed her butts with both her hands and separated the butts wide as possible. I watched with fascination as the muscles of her tight ass hole relaxed and the hole opened up to the size of the rupee coin reveling the pink insides. Just a gentle push.