I looked at all of them with a question mark across my face, no words. “Did you ask your wife if all the garbage from the house was all ready to go?...�� “NO-o-o-o-o-o.” “U-huh. C-o-n-s-e-q-u-e-n-c-e-s my dear,” said Siza. “Oh man! What if I checked all the waste baskets from in the house myself, first?” “Could be included in the list of consequences, yes, but do you think you still should have asked your wife too? Was all the recycle taken care of first? Should you wait until the morning to make. The orgasm Danni had spent her physically and emotionally. I tasted tears as we kissed, Danni sobbed. "Love me, Mark. Make love."The recollection of each event leading to this moment would not make sense to an outside observer, yet I viewed piece as part of a whole. The line from the accident to my sister surrendering her love and her body made perfect sense. I began rotating my hips pulling out a bit then pushing back against Danni.Danni picked up a rhythm to match mine; we made gentle love.. Any and all steely determination was gone, replaced with a pouty, begging, almost pathetic desire to go all the way. She was like a dam that was going to burst with just a little more pressure. She lost control of herself. She just wanted more. She wanted me. My cock. Inside her. Desperately, as if she couldn’t bear to be without it. In hindsight, this was probably one of my strongest moments ever. Here I was, equally pathetic, grinding back against her, wanting nothing more than to be inside. "You're the one whos been stealing my underwear", she whispers horrifed. It seems to late to hide, my actions had spoken for me and I was forced to take that chance. "I'm sorry, it's not my fault you are such an attractive woman". She looks into my eyes like she hasnt heard that from my uncle in a decade and with that, she leaned in and gave me a kiss. One of real passion as she darted her tongue in and out of my mouth. I had been kissed before, yet never like this. I return the passion, its a.