Everything is stark white, save for the red rose petals scattered about. White candles of all shapes and sizes are lit and placed in various spots aro...und the room. There's a fireplace on one side of the room, but it is unlit, seeing as it was Spring. There are slightly ajar French doors on the wall next to the fireplace, with white curtains that billow in the breeze. The doors open to a fairly large balcony that has a black wrought-iron glass-top table and two matching chairs. There is a vase. Eventually we were both chased off to bed, presumably so they could enjoy some adult time and grope each other on the sofa without being openly judged by two brats. I lay in my single bed while step bro had a fold out sofa bed to relax in and we chatted quietly in the darkness about varying subjects for no longer than 10 minutes before hearing footsteps coming up the hallway. The door opened and an adult head popped in allowing the hall light to illuminate the room, "sound asleep" they tried to. Her real name has a similar ring. In spite of our mutual privacy pact, giving her oral sex means a I have a pretty good idea of her intimate topology. Her vaginal and clitoral shapes are elegant; her outer and inner lips are pronounced, but not flappy. Sandra is unshaven, and I wouldn't want her any other way. Her breasts are what I would call medium size and hang very slightly. Her nipples are small but highly excitable without being over-sensitive. In a nutshell, she's perfect for sex.As for. I picked them up and could see that they were stained. A yellow spot with crust was in the center. I placed them to my nose and inhaled. The musky scent of a woman filled my nostrils and my cock leapt against the restraints of my jeans. I slowly unbuckled my belt savoring the heavy aroma that lingered deep in my nostrils. Popping each button open on my jeans my cock bounced with each heartbeat of blood pumping through it. The precum leaking heavily from the tip I wiped it to the small sensitive.