I decided to take it a bit further. i finished up pooing, got up, flushed, and pulled my pants up. i then grabbed the panties again, and took them int... my mouth. My taste buds exploded as the taste of hearty mature pussy, and cottony fabric mixed in my mouth. I ran my tongue over the crotch time and time again, till the flavor was completely gone. Then i spat them out, and thought about what i had just done. I had just tasted Jennifer's mature 45 year old pussy, and for her weight, her puss. ..it’s me...can I come in...we need to talk."As you tell your sister to come in, your body is shaking with nervousness, wondering what she is going to tell you and if you ruined your relationship forever.As the door cracks open you realize what it must feel for those on death row who walk the green mile, the slow pain of knowing that the end is near. You're so nervous you can barely look upon Katie as she enters your room and walks over to your bed. You can hear the springs of your mattress. She wanted to take her hand back, but was afraid of angering her captor. He had a gun tucked into the back of his pants that she dared not make a move for. “Twenty,” he said thoughtfully, “so young”. For a moment he remained silent, savoring dark thoughts. “Oh, to be twenty again,” he continued. “You must have a lot of fun, a young good looking girl like you. Do you go out to the clubs much?” “Um… yeah, I guess. Sometimes.” “I’ll bet you do. I’ll bet you wear a nice short. His mother was going out anyway and didn’t mind if it was okay with Steve. Steve didn’t mind at all.“You can sleep in Lisa’s room,” he suggested.After cuddling on the couch for a long time, Steve finally got up and went upstairs to bed. He was hard again from snuggling against his daughter’s boyfriend for so long, but he was also tired so he ignored it and went straight to sleep.Sometime later, though, Steve stirred when Ryan came into the room and slipped into the bed.“Is this okay?” the boy.