She sighed and heard the bathroom door slam shut upstairs warning her that her husband was probably finished taking care of Sally’s needs in a way t...at was somewhat similar to Henry’s familiar soothing technique. His recent explorations of demon-inspired depravity had given her countless hours of total satisfaction. She knew she needed him inside her French made undies in such situations and was delighted they were made with the slit over her vagina for under the table activities. Fortunately,. Daisy asked, "Were you looking down my shirt?"Busted, six years late! I nodded."I wasn't wearing a bra!"I had to laugh and said, "No shit!"Daisy laughed too. "My friends made fun of me all night. We all knew you were sneaking a peak." I shrugged and Daisy asked, "Were my tits, the first you'd ever seen?"I nodded again and Daisy's face lit up in a smile."Can I ask you another question?" she asked.Daisy had a strange look as I said, "Go ahead."She stared at me for almost thirty seconds before. ”Sometimes the things that come out of my mouth are positively stupid.She looked at me very seriously. “You’re my brother. You’re not allowed to think about me like that.”“I don’t think about you like that, as my sister,” I tried. “I think about you like that as me being just a guy, and you being just a girl.”Could I possibly dig myself any deeper?Of course, I didn’t know how she thought about me, which wasn’t all that much different than the silly thing I had just said.“Oh, okay, then,” she. In his lust, he didn't care if anyone saw his dick slamming into her asshole, his fingers massaging her still dripping cunt as his other hand pulled her thong up so he had a better view. He couldn't hold it for much longer but he wanted to squeeze one more orgasm from her, feel her gushing over his fingers. The stranger started finger fucking her roughly, letting his hand and his hips fall into rhythm with one another. She didn't stand a chance. The orgasms struck her quickly and the first led.