.” she sounded hesitant, “well, to be honest, I’m getting a bit... uneasy... about just how much I needed it... just how desperate I felt last n...ight... what I’m turning into...” “You’re falling in love with Steve?” I asked, worriedly. “NO!” she replied emphatically, “it’s not that at all! I’m not in love with him! In lust with him maybe but you’re the only man I’ve ever loved! The only reason I can enjoy being fucked is because I know you’re there for me and happy for me.” I smiled, relieved. It was dark but we could still see enough of each other through some outside lighting. My sister-in-law grabs the waist band of my boxers and drops them to the ground. And just like that, she's on her knees placing my cock between her sexy lips and tongue. It was very dark and everyone was asleep, except for my wife's sister who was kneeling on the kitchen floor sucking my cock. I grabbed the back of her head and guided it back and forth as my cock slid in and out of my sister-in-law's. He said he had always fantasized about having sex with a white woman something he had never done however he had always wanted to do it. I asked him for some attributes of the white woman he had dreamed about.He said a tall one with a nice rear end and brown hair and eyes, and about his age."Well, something like my wife," I asked. "She is 5' 9" and has brown hair and eyes, nice rear end and about 140 lbs." "Yea, I've seen your wife and she is a hot looker. Something like that would do me really. When the bathroom door opened he looked up and Sharon walked out in a towel, that wasn't quite around her fully. He couldn't help but notice it as she smiled at him and then went to change into her PJ's. While she was changing he took the chance to get his shower, hoping that there was some hot water left, but also, thinking of his daughter barely holding the towel up, he knew he could use some cold as well. While he was showering he heard the door open and Sharon said she had to "Tinkle". He.