Damn, she cursed quietly.Billy saw her there out of the corner of his eye and felt his cock squirm. He tried to calm himself, thinking he didn't need ...ny more pussy after that session with the woman in the kitchen. He had brought her to a pair of gasping climaxes and ejaculated five or six ropes of his thick cream in her while he mauled her generous jugs and humped her feet right off the floor, rearing her up on his rigid tool.He mowed around the patio trying to ignore the lovely young female. But since that time, as if frightened by the unplanned and seemingly uncontrollable force of the experience, she'd drawn back.Her response to my plaintive entreaties of, "Oh, come ON, Jean... why won't you let me... " (fill in the blanks) were met with a smile and her reasonable position of wanting to go very slow."Billy, you know I love you. You're my kid brother and the sweetest boy in the world. You're sexy and, most of the time, you're kind to me. But... (damn, there's always a "but" that. ” His words were whispered over the sound of the rain, and sent shivers to my core. He moved his hand down to grip his cock as I knelt on the bed and ran both hands teasingly between my legs. I spread my legs wide as I slipped two fingers inside, and gently circled my clit with the other hand. I was still so wet and could feel the beginnings of another orgasm as I played with my little bud. I wanted him inside me again, but more than that, I wanted him to come inside me. He was still stroking. Lowering his head, he began to lick around my nipples. I gasped as he began to suck my nipples. I held on to his neck and let my head fall back and just enjoyed it. After paying sweet attention to both nipples, he brought his mouth back to mine. He lifted my jean skirt and began to feel the smoothness of my pussy. I moved my legs to allow him better access. He parted my pussy lips and started to rub my clit. It felt so good, I allowed my moans to show how good I felt. He continued on, but it.