She leaned closer. Her ebony hair drifted over her shoulders and her warm breath panted over his cock. She made a moist, hungry, whimpering sound, lic...ing her lips. But she still hadn't touched her mouth to his cockhead.George placed a hand behind her head and tugged, pulling her face into his groin. But she turned away, so that his cockhead brushed her cheek instead of her lips."Jesus--suck my cock, Sis!" he groaned."Ummmm--I want to. It looks so fucking delicious," she murmured, her lips. I turned my attention to her right breast, while trying to unbutton my jeans. She snorted out a nervous laugh and squirmed. “I have no feeling in my right one. Practically, it is … an implant." “It looks really cute,” I interjected quickly and slowly withdrew my hand. “I feel a bit uncomfortable when…” she started confusedly. “You don’t need to explain,” I said and pulled down her panties, "just let me do what you want me to do.” We took off our clothes, then I pinned her down, exploring. It was made of some kind of heavy stretchy elastic material. It was arectangular shaped panel with a row of little hooks on one end and a rowof matching eyes on the other end. There were half a dozen straps abouteight inches long sewn into one of the long sides of the rectangle."Take off those ugly sweat pants Paul. I want to see how you look inyour new waist cinch." Waist cinch? Is that what I think it is Sharon?" Yes love. It's a cute little garment that will compress you flabbytummy and. This time she knew he heard her.The teasing from both sides grew and grew. John seemed to enjoy it when she made breakfast in her silk robe with nothing underneath, Beverley enjoyed it when she could see the outline of his cock underneath his tight shorts – it meant she was doing it right. It grew and grew and one night it exploded.It was a fancy dinner. A family affair that they were both attending. Beverley showered with the door ajar fully aware he was watching. He watched her do her make up.