She just laughed in response. We were getting so open with each other, that now i was out of the friend zone.One evening, she invited me for coffee. N...ow me being the pricey guy, I said no for the first 2 times, but she insisted and I said yes.We went to her home. Her kids had gone to tutions, and husband at work. She brewed some coffee and came and sat besides me. We chatted about or workout schedules, her routine.I took the conversations towards her personal things about her life, her. Their tits were perfect. Their complexion was perfect. Their tight little snatches were perfect. I was intoxicated. One sniff, or slight touch and I was jerking off the first chance I got. Girls liked me, but not a lot of close dates at that time. My problem was being too shy and nervous.I had another problem. Some of the boys were perfect too. My sex experience was limited to gay encounters with my close friend. He and I had been naked together countless times and my desires to please him grew. I managed to focus my brain sufficiently enough to look across at Mackenzie, who was sat in a similarly crumpled heap just across the gantry. I struggled to think of something profound, or even poetic to say to her to express the magnitude of the moment.“Fuck. You are amazing!” was all I could manage. Mackenzie laughed.Having eventually recovered feeling and strength in my legs I managed to work my way up to a standing position again, feeling like Bambi on ice. We both straightened ourselves. Her warm breath blew over his knob like a sultry tropical wind, making it throb in response. Her tongue was adept, practiced in its wet movements, sliding, and curling; Eddie put his hands upon his sister's sun-streaked hair as she drew his swollen bud into her avid lips and pulled his cock deeply into her mouth.Eddie stroked his sister's hair as she worked her mouth so lovingly upon his shaft, laving the glans with her tongue and dipping her inner cheeks around it, fondling the knob with the.