Jon told me that there were plenty more where those came from so I wiped my hand on the grass.Now it was my turn. I sat on the blanket and let Jon fo...ndle my breasts, tickle and pinch my nipples, and run his hands over my abdomen and crotch. Every sensation generated around my breasts seemed to be wired directly into my lower abdomen. I lay back and spread my legs as he ran his other hand along my inner thighs and through my pubic hair. A shiver ran through me as he lightly dragged his finger. I know what I feel ... I feel ... I feel love for you. Every time I see you look at me, I hope you’ll see my face to, to see I feel the same. Her eyes were ready to release a torrent of tears.“Are you finished?” I asked as sweetly as I could.“Yes, for the moment,” she took a big breath.“In answer to your original question, Yes, I love you. More than a brother should love his sister. More than I have ever loved any one, ever. There’s a problem, though. We’re brother and sister. What do we do. I wanted to Fuck her so bad!!. I kissed her ear and neck from behind and grabbed and boobs and started to squeeze them. She was moaning Ah Ah Ah Uf Oh oui!! I grabbed her wrist and made her hold my dick. She started to stroke my big fat dick. I was squeezing her boobs from back and being unable to hold anymore I tore her blouse apart. I turned her around forcefully.I started to lick her nipples and forced my head between her cleavage and started motorboating her boobs. She was feeling the. " He was full of attitude then? "I had no colours. First thing I did was walk into a bar just like this and piss off the biggest Rott-wheeler you've ever seen."Lara leaned forward, intrigued. It was easy for her to picture the scene. Ben would have been younger, less weathered. His eyes would have all the fire that they did now but none of the wisdom. She could picture his macho swagger, his pores oozing attitude. "What happened?"Ben chuckled and grinned ruefully. "I got my ass kicked pretty.