People used to call me red because of the prefer to red velvet clothing, nowadays I am more of a daisy duke shorts type with tank tops. And when the s...ummer really starts to heat up here in the south, I start to heat up. I am walking back from the market. Just finished buying a few groceries for dinner. I decided to take a little detour to visit my baby brother. Half way, to my surprise, the sidewalk and the street are breeched and they improvised a kind of a wooden trail. “Just perfect”, I. We got into bed. We embraced, and kissed. We caressed each other. We took our time. I was lustful for her, but didn’t want to cheapen the moment. I wanted it to be beautiful.We didn’t have sex that night. Our naked bodies were next to each other, warming each other, exciting us, but we embraced. We made love, without having sex. We became one.The next morning, we ordered room service. “I don’t want to waste the day”, I said.Angel; “We might not see that much of New York this trip. I want us. I’m not sure that it wouldn’t have occurred to him to put it into her mouth had she been facing him. Patrick started stroking his cock again and moved back to her pussy. As I stood watching, he lightly slid his hand up and down the inside of her thighs and across her pussy. He started sliding a single finger up and down along her opening. He continued to lightly massage her pussy for what seemed like a minute or two, glancing between her face and her pussy, all the while stroking himself with. I can feel the heat and I know even without the shower I’d be wet. My hand finds my slit and eager fingers push past the fleshy soft pink lips. My fingers explore my wetness rubbing soft against my clit. The feeling is so intense and I flash back to a time when we were younger, kissing frantically in the Florida heat. Imagining your hands on my body leads to heavy breathing. I prop a leg up on the side of the shower and press myself against the wall as the water falls over my soapy body. I rub.