What bothered me was that my step-sister was beginning to get used to the idea of sitting on my face with her wet and wonderful snatch or with her ero...tically scented poop chute. She constantly begged me to get it “deeper” or to get it “faster” like she was a traffic cop directing either my cock or my tongue to do it right.I must confess that I was serenely content with either of those choices by my beloved step-sister Susan because her snatch was prime eating territory and the excitement of. After High School she attended various colleges in Florida and North Carolina, never fully knowing what she wanted to do with her life. She was a bright kid, just confused. She decided to attend Rutgers University in New Jersey where Michael and his family lived. She asked if she could stay with them. Michael saw no problem with it. Michael went to the airport to pick her up and was floored when he saw Becky, tall, slender, brown and gorgeous, the product of a white mother and a cuban. As we set foot on the tiles, her arm was through mine and her body pressed close as she steered me carefully into a pool of light where Alice and Mitch couldn’t fail to see us then turned to face me and pressed her body full on against mine. I looked at her, puzzled but before I could open my mouth she slipped her arms around my neck and hissed, “Kiss me!” “Wha…?” I stammered. “For fuck’s sake, Kiss me!” she hissed, pulling my head down to meet her rising lips, “He’s watching!” In an instant. Jess stuck her tongue out at Cindy in reply. Frank heard the comment and ignored it - somewhat unsuccessfully as his "lucky guy" cock twitched in foolish anticipation."Lets eat - I'm starving." Frank decided that sitting was his best defense so he poured three glasses of wine and motioned the girls to the table. He pulled the chair out for Jessica and was startled when she gave his cock a good groping. Frank nearly yelped in surprise. He grabbed the open bottle and held it up."Wine anyone?' He.