I was confident she felt me shaking nonstop, but she just smiled at me.After a moment, I took my hand away. "What can I get you, Jadia?" Just a burger... with fries please, and a beer," she responded, handing me the menu. "I know it seems weird to go out to a nice restaurant in a sexy dress to get food you can get at a bar, but I tend to go out of my way to get some things I want. In this case: a handsome waiter."'Is she hitting on me?' I thought, grabbing the menu. "Thank you." Your welcome."I. Her climax avalanched through her, gaining speed and strength until it crashed against mine in an explosive fury of clashing bodies and raging hormones. She was long overdue for a night of strong orgasms; her body was basking in rapture, her passion flowed freely. The third time my sister and I had sex that first night, we were having a conversation while fucking slowly, softly. We paused so she could leave Bert a message, she’d be an hour or so late. We changed positions often, we. She took from her pack an old-fashioned flannel nightshirt and dropped it over her head. It was just the thing for sleeping in, for the nights could be chilly, even in July. Then she took out her hairbrush and brushed her hair for fifty strokes. She held onto the brush and took from her pack two long scarves. Then she blew out the candle and groped her way to the bed.The blackness was total, like swimming in ink. She remembered the spooky feeling of being enveloped by the silent, translucent. There was not much to clean so saritha came to the room where i was sitting and said “finished work”. Then she asked me “can i watch t.v?” i was thinking that saritha wanted to go home because of what i had done… But she was instead asking if she could watch tv! So i said “yes.” And asked her to sit. She sat on the floor. I stood right next to her for sometime. I had a huge erection and because i was not wearing any underpants, it was very visible to saritha.Then i purposely switched the tv.