She’d only be here a fortnight, then she’d go, and then Mark would be all mine again for another few months. ‘Besides,’ he continued, still wi...h his back to me, ‘You sound awfully dressed from here,’ With a resigned sigh I began to undo the buttons of my shirt, one at a time, trying to exaggerate the tiny sounds in a bid for his full attention. It was pointless. I pulled the shirt open, exposing my slim breasts in their white laced bra and the toned flat of my stomach. I shed the shirt and it. The massive cock and balls glimmered withsaliva. The man always held onto a handful of her hair and occasionallyused this leverage to yank her head back and fuck her eager face withpurpose. My focus was fully on the rigid two inches of my mistress's penis and herballsack with all the circumference of a bottlecap. Her package waggedand shuddered almost untraceably to the subconscious thrusting of herhips. Like the rest of her body it was smooth and hairless, withoutwrinkle or blemish. Her penis. The match continued. To my shock, my sister put down one of my carom piece to the hole. She said “now I will not leave you”. I said “I am ready to obey anything”. She said “Girish you really turned me on. I can’t control myself. Come take my body and do whatever you want.” I was excited and said ok and went near her and put her down to a bed. She said “Girish I can’t control. Does it fast”? So I slept over her and her soft boobs were kept pressed against my chests. I started to kiss all over. The stereo system was blaring at peak capacity, and she knew what that meant... her husband Phillip, was working. He was the only commercial artist she knew who insisted on ear-splitting decibels before he could settle down to work.She tried to recall what it was he'd said this morning he was working on now. The Ford campaign? No, it seems it was food of some sort... maybe I should go ask him, just to let him know I'm home.But there was no need, for Phillip had spotted her from his crow's nest.