Karl is black guy about as tall as I am. He spoke up, "Hey man, don't sweat it. Your sister's tits are so fucking huge...if she was my sister I woul... be having sex with her too." I stood there in front of him, my pants still around my ankles and my cock still in my hand. "You won't tell anyone?" "Hell no man, as long as I get to join in." My hormones took over and I told him have fun with her. He went right for her massive tits as I went back between her legs. I started back with jerking. All those bright reds and oranges, twisting and twirling as the breeze wafted through the trees. They were warm colours, nature's last hurrah before the cold really took hold.And, of course, they were like fire.Fire.She loved fire; loved snuggling up beside a big open fireplace, watching the flames flicker around the logs, the embers glowing brightly with almost fluorescent intensity. The light would dance on her face, alternately making her eyes flare red and disappear into shadow.Even just a. At that time, we both were at same age and we know the sense we are grown ups now like teens.After few days past I finally saw her fetching water from her well but unfortunately I was surrounded by my mom, neighbor Christian Aunty and her mom in the other house and her grandma too. She just gave me a slight look at first and it was like “OMG feeling” then she didn’t look at me at all.Then few days past and I really wanted to talk with her and do lot of kinky stuffs with her. One day I was. " Well, it's time to sort things out now," I said seriously, and hearing what I wanted on the radio, I turned it up. It was 'Sunday Love Songs'. Again.The presenter was saying "Nearly a year ago, Nicola Grayson wrote in to get in touch with Kevin Connors, late of Sunderland."Nicola's head jerked up, looking completely puzzled. Just as I expected and wanted her to be.The presenter went on to tell the story again. "Well, they did get together, and their relationship has been a bit up and down.