This won’t work and I want our first time together to be a special memory and not special in the way of sardines packed in tin,’ he said. ‘Aw, t...hat’s so romantic,’ she said giving him a long, wet kiss. ‘You’re such a sweetie for such a dangerous man,’ she said. ‘I have an idea,’ he said. He got out of bed, walked to the living room, and pulled the six cushions from the couch and piled them on the floor in two neat rows. Then he got a sheet from the linen closet and covered the pillows with. ‘You gigging tonight?’ ‘Yeah,’ he said, twirling his guitar, ‘doing a tight twenty. You still playing?’ ‘Still.’ I said. ‘Still writing?’ he asked, hopefully. ‘Scribbling’s more like it.’ ‘Oh.’ he said, sounding disappointed. ‘Hey, you wanna’ sit in?’ If he had asked me two hours earlier I would have said no. But two hours earlier I had no moon, no stirring, no poky boner. Now I had energy to burn, so I jumped at the chance to get on stage. I grabbed the mike like a life-line. Before. She bent over slowly, her thighs parting enough for me to see her pussy lips gently pulling apart. I could see that she was wet.I let out a moan, as I could not take the strain on my cock anymore. I had to release it. She then turned and looked at me. I read her eyes, they said, "Fuck me." I got up and walked over to her, planting a long kiss on her lips, as my cock stuck her in her belly whilst my hand travelled to her moist cunt. The other was on her breasts, pulling at her big nipples.I. I haven't had breasts this young and perfect in so many years. Oh God. Mmmm. Katherine. Oh please let me show you how excited you have me. Please let me show you.” Was this why my sister ran? Was it not because of the force my father used but because of how servantile he had become? I found myself getting excited by what was happening but unsure how I thought of this new man before me. He wasn't my father really but he was. “What do you mean?” I asked. “I mean you've made me so hard. I'm.