Her bare white arms, which are liberally spotted with small moles, move industriously, scrubbing each plate, placing it noisily in the rack before rep...ating the action with another piece of crockery or cutlery.I feel my erection straining against the fabric of my trousers.I imagine Sharon in hot pants and flimsy revealing top with thigh length black leather boots plying her trade as a hooker on the streets of New York City.I steal up behind her, put my arms around her slim waist, brush her hair. I knew what this meant. I put on my ballet stuff, my tight spandex leotard body suit, with no pants, and sat on the couch to cover my legs up from my sister. My sister was in the kitchen, making us some food before she left. I turned on Jersey Shore, not because I liked it, but because I thought the cast was soo hot. I slipped under my blanket and rubbed my clit, looking at my sister, imagining her coming over and helping me out a little bit. It made me speed up faster. I heard the doorbell. When she was a couple of inches away I leaned forward and kissed her beautiful lips. Very gently, very lightly, and we both moaned softly as her lips returned my kiss. Her lips were incredibly soft and smooth, so unlike a man's lips. The erotic feel of them sliding wetly, softly, across my lips was almost too much to stand.I ran my tongue over her lips and moaned again as I felt her tongue touch mine.Her hand went behind my head to pull me closer and I felt my breasts touch hers. As they did I. Hiet!"He barked his command, and took off her blind fold. He was no longer in her sight of range, and she was to busy staring at the large dog coming up to her to look around. The dog pressed his cold nose up against her wet pussy and began to lap up her juices eagerly. She let out a loud squeak in response."Oooohhhh~~ Noooo ple-eeasSSSsse make him stoooOop please nooOOo!"She moaned in pleasure, getting wetter and wetter as the dogs long tongue hit her wet pussy. The dog's tongue lashed.