(edited)Grabbing a handful of your sister's hair, you pull her close to you.You can hear her groaning and panting as you thrust thrust thrust slowly a...nd deliberately into her."See, isn't this good?" you whisper into her ear. "Doesn't this feel great?" You suckle her earlobe. "Don't you want more?" You bite.(edited)She makes no response... not verbal, at least. But you feel her body shudder against yours.Your wrap a hand around her breast; so large and firm, so warm, and with that lovely pink. It would be my choice ... understand? My choice, no one else's."Her anger surprised him and he had second thoughts of opening to her; for now at least. It might not be a good time to tell her of his nine months lost to cocaine and anything else intoxicating that happened to be at hand. And all the days, nights and weekends wasted fucking any female he could talk into his bed.He stood and picked up their empty glasses. "Okay, let's start again. I want you to show me your life and who you have. You don't see your new friends insulting French food or French inefficiency or French waffling on every important issue they face or" We don't waffle on" Christ sweetie, French foreign policy is based on how many francs it will make them that day. Your President doesn't even understand the concept of long term planning, the long term to him is tomorrow... and America always has to bail you French out whenever you get in trouble. Remember Cherie, it was the good old US of A that chased the. . as these thoughts and the images of the two of them on the lawn raced through my head, I could feel my dick swelling in my shorts. I put my hand over it to cover the growth, but instinctively strated to stroke it gently through the fabric instead. The hammock is fairly shielded from view, I thought, and I have time to get shower and get ready before my wife gets home and the guests arrive.I pulled down my shorts and boxers and threw them on the ground, my dick already firm and erect, jerking.