It also portrayed Van Horn as someone with a superiority complex, perpetual horniness, and a carefree attitude about involvement in what sounded like ...riminal activity.But what did I know? I was simply a husband who was both pissed off and a bit unnerved. Not only was I trying to do what was right in exposing potential criminal activity by someone highly placed in law enforcement. I was also trying to look out for my wife--physically, emotionally, and morally.I sent the audio file of the. I did touch it. It was designed to look lifelike with a circumcised head and veins running down the length of it. It made me think of Randall Abernathy. Randall was one of Susan’s boyfriends during her ‘fuck ourselves brown’ period. I always liked him. He had this mocha-colored skin that I found fascinating and his white teeth gleamed so bright. That was nice because he was always smiling and laughing. He was earning his Ph.D. in English Lit and if he had a glass or two of wine we could get him. I told her to spread her legs and just relax. I was licking away at that sweaty, wet pussy for about 3-4 minutes. I could see that her stress from before was gone.When I was finished, she lent forward to whisper in my ear, "I want you inside my other lips this time." She squatted down to lie on the floor and opened her legs to allow me in. This was it, all the time in class staring at her was finely over and my dream has came true. I got into my missionary position and felt her arms and legs. After a long argument I gave up. I had my dick in between my legs she saw me flinch ....she asked if I was ok ? ...I replied yeah just a bit tired.My penis was getting harder looking at my sisters boobs bounce around..they were like huge mangoes and her ass was soo nice I never realized how hot my sister was. Then I couldn't hold it my penis just throbbed and popped out of the hold I had it in..My sister glanced at me...she saw and smiled. I felt a bit weird. I told her Im sorry and that I.