Your lovely breasts…” At Tom’s words she became aware her breasts were aching. With Tom focussed on her pussy, her nipples were bereft of any at...ention. She struggled briefly to try and free her arms but gave it up as a lost cause. She was stuck. Without any warning she suddenly felt Tom slide his cock deep inside her. He withdrew his cock and almost completely impaled her again and again. Her whole body was alive with sensations, from the cold air on her skin to the sound of cars below her,. Her stomach was slightly flat, and her breasts were almost pointy and perhaps were set up higher when she was younger. She sat down on my lap with only her thong underwear on, and we began to kiss some more. She moved her hips on my lap with expert ease, and my own cock was beginning to beg to be let out of the confines of my pants. She tore off my t-shirt, licking at my neck and my nipples. She ran her hand through my chest hair, commenting that it feels so very good against her own hard. Background. Quirks. Everything.’And ‘Is it fair to HER? Is there love involved?’ To which I thought, ‘Yes, I love ‘er. She’s my sister, so there’s always been that.’She’s behind me. I see her in the rearview mirror. And if I know my sister, her head’s grinding the same grist as mine. She’s still behind me, though. She could’ve turned around. She could have called me. Neither of those happened, so Beck’s thinking, too.And I really want HER to push us.There! I admitted it to myself. I WANT this.. At that time i had not long discovered the joys of wearing tights and stockings myself and i loved the feel of them. One day when i was in my bedroom i looked out the window and saw Arlene hanging some washing out and noticed there were 2 pairs of black stockings dangling from the line! I got excited and knew i had to have them and try to get them. I waited a few hours then went into the back green where her washing was hanging. I looked around and then looked at the back windows of the other.