I went upstairs to shower and change. While washing, I thought about seeing my sister’s full breasts. Jill had never been a modest girl. I had se...en her in her underwear many times. In the summer, she wore skimpy bikinis when she was out by our pool.While the sight of a girl’s breasts should have excited me, seeing my sister’s tits didn’t. For the past few years, I’d struggled with my sexuality. I dated a few girls and wasn’t a virgin, but I never became overly excited either.When I was. She could still be hot and sweaty and I would not care. Her lips tasted sweet to me. I was really enjoying this. Running shorts are great, for running. I follow the old adage of 'If you think the running shorts are too short, they are.' However, even my sensible running shorts were starting to have a problem concealing my bulge. Our closeness caused her to bump up against it which only made things worse. She shifted again and her side rubbed against it. I moved back only to have her shift her. He pushed her head down and held it there until she couldn’t breathe and then let her bob up for a breath.“Suck him good baby girl.. . ..Suck him good and I will fuck you like you have never been fucked.” He promised in her ear. She moaned. She needed it. She needed to be fucked and he knew it.As she doubled her efforts at sucking the cock, Master slid his hand down and into her panties, caressing her ass cheeks and playing with her asshole. She arched her back so that her asshole was easier to. The entire time, men were walking in and using the restroom, and Jessie had her hand clamped over her mouth until they were gone, then she would gasp and moan again.I enjoyed discovering every little fold and crevasse her pussy had to offer. I rubbed my lips, my cheeks, even my nose against every part of her. Her breathing soon quickened, and her thighs squeezed my head as her body shook. Fresh juices flooded my mouth; I eagerly drank them down as her pussy contracted on my plunging.