I was dressing up in her smooth crochless panty and lacy camisole watching porn, feeling good wanking of in my sister stuff not even realising i was b...coming in love with the girly smooth feeling of the lingeryafter a week of trying all of her stuff i felt slutty and came back home on a cool friday night of autumn puting on some blueue pale thong and matching bra wanking to cute girls being fucki coudnt get hard and too drunk to get hard , my little cock tuck away in the panty i walk out on my. The first was a letter from Marie. I opened the letter and read it: Dear Paul,We both have known that things have been rocky between us for some time now and that neither of us is happy. A few months ago I ran into Richard and we started talking. He's really changed a lot since the divorce. When I told him I had a baby, he asked me if I was sure you were the father. The truth is Paul, that when I found out I was pregnant it was easier for me to think of you as the father than Richard. I've been. Much more comfy there. But I understand if you don't want to. You must have to get back too." Without even really thinking about it, I agreed and we luckily found a taxi that had just dropped off. We both jumped in the back onto some comfortable leather seats. As the driver pulled away we kissed again but harder this time. My tongue was deep inside her mouth and I felt her hands rubbing my chest, so I did the same, fondling her full breasts through her silky blue blouse I glanced up to see. Fruity, feminine, mango. I lean back a bit and grab at her shirt again. Ripped open down the center but still covering her arms. I lift the shirt, sliding it up her body, up and over her arms and head, leaving it bunched up around her elbows, out of the way. So much more of her beautiful dark skin exposed. I ravage her more with my mouth. Tasting the sides of her breasts, up across her chest and neck. She tastes so good. I stick my face in her little armpits and inhale deeply. Barely a hint of.