Or perhaps it was just the fact that she was his baby sister that made it feel so good. As she sucked him off, he reached down and slipped his hand in...o her panties. He pushed aside the gauze and his hands touched the stitches used to close the tears around the entrance. Ignoring her resulting whimpers of pain, he began to stroke the swollen pudgy lips of her snatch, agitating the wounded tissue. Even in her condition, the stimulation triggered a rise in body temperature and the moistening of. Rounding the corner, he smiled seeing me waiting naked and ready. He put his hands on my shoulders and asked if I would like to be rubbed down, he really wanted to feel my body before we played. I agreed. He worked my sore muscles quite well, relaxing me while pressing his weight into me from behind. I could feel him swelling as he worked my back, he couldn't hide his excitement and it turned me on. Moving to my head, he massaged my neck and shoulders, I ran my hand up his shorts and began. The conversation started with discussing trivial matters, but then things changed. David and Maria were married, in their late 20s and generally happy as a couple. David was originally of French descent although he had lived and been brought up in England, he did not speak a word of French for that matter. Maria was Colombian, a real beauty. She was curvy in just the right placed and had the most refined dark hue. David and Maria had met through a common friend whilst at university five years. . I’m not sure how to--”“Deb, he’s good at it or he’s not. Which is it?”“I ... I don’t know.”“You don’t know? How can you not know?”I was almost a virgin when we got married. My one previous experience with sex consisted of 10 minutes in the backseat of Randy Boyle’s car, and that wasn’t even worth remembering. “We don’t ... you know ... do that other stuff.”Julie’s jaw dropped. She stared at me for almost a full minute before somberly mumbling, “You don’t do ‘that other stuff’. Are you telling.