I circled her nipples and tits with my tongue. I sucked it with my hand pressing the other one. She had a good moan during this time.Now her body is f...lly wet with my saliva. Now I removed her shorts and inners, she was shy to show her pussy so I started kissing her foot and thighs she couldn’t control and started moaning which showed a well-trimmed pussy.I planted a kiss on her pussy for which she moaned and shivered. Then I started inserting my middle finger slowly in her pussy and then. That was one of the things that Sandra loved most about Jeanette; her approach to everything in life was as though her personality by default was set to cheerful and contented happiness, with a willfulness and perennial optimism that could cajole even the most resistant, or disheartened soul to find their glass-half-full. Yet Jeanette was also thoughtful and indefatigably patient, and gifted with a romantic mind given to creativity and a wistful introspection which somehow never became self. Dad didn't last much longer, increasing his pace to a frantic rush as his breath came in ever increasing pants and without warning his body tensed, his cock stiffened and then he ejaculated in me, filling my pussy with his cum. But he didn't stop there, he kept on cumming and cumming and cumming, firing spurt after spurt of hot cream into me, filling my pussy. He was still cumming when he began to soften and my pussy took over without my control, clenching on him, rippling along his length,. ."Erotic fiction. Eve, you're the first person I've told. It's not that I'm ashamed of what I write, but Jill wouldn't understand. She'd consider it pornography and think I had lost my mind. If..." Marvelous! My big brother is a dirty old man," she said giggling. "Well, I love erotica. My first husband and I used to read the Penthouse Letters in bed together, and then fuck like bunnies. While I'm showering, you pick out a story. Now leave me, so I can wash that fat lady's stink away."Well, that.