‘Miss me?’ I asked and he lay on his bed his dark eyes glaring at me thousands of miles away and from the miles away I had so much control. I lay ...down too and he was spying my breasts I licked my lips at him and moaned softly. ‘Why are you doing this to me baby?’ He asked me. ‘I want you.’ I say and I stand up and begin to sway back and fourth to music that doesn’t exsist. He was rubbing his crotch. It was so simple. I hadn’t done this in two years. I told myself to stop feeling guilty and just. ‘Bail him out.’ ‘Megan, you are on a million different drugs, you don’t know what you are saying.’ Max was getting angry. How could she just want him back, for God’s sake he was the reason she was shot in the neck! She yanked the pad away from him and wrote ‘Fuck you’. She threw it on the bed and closed her eyes, unable to look at him. ‘You don’t mean that.’ She had never in the whole time he’d known her said those words to him. Her icy silence towards him did not help ease his mind that she. I could feel my balls begin to tighten with a tingling running along my shaft, Tara must have felt my pre-cum dribbling inside her, l was at the point of withdrawing my cock from my sister’s fantastic warm wet pussy when she wrapped her legs around me and yelled ‘cum now! cum now!’, l gave a deep thrust of my cock inwards and held it there, my balls exploded sending load after load of thick creamy spunk inside my sister she tightened the grip of her legs around me, l gave a hard push of my cock. However, when we moved in together, sex was, for some reason I had never figured out, relegated to that thing we did on special occasions. I am not a cheating person and, anyway, I thought that he didn't deserve to be betrayed. But I made a decision: I had to leave him. That same Sunday evening, however, I decided that he deserved one last chance, so I went to the bedroom we shared and took off all my clothes. I went back into the living room completely naked. He didn't raise his eyes, but it.