.. now moving to her fascinating breasts, just touching them with my lips. Her nipples were as hard as can be, and I was fast approaching being hard e...nough to enter her.I moved my hands to her breasts, while moving my mouth down to her pussy, kissing along the way. When I got there, I dove into her pussy with my tongue and lips, moving back and forth between her clit and her labia. I could hear her start to moan rather loudly. I looked up and saw her eyes were closed as she was trying to enjoy. " "Then how do you expect her to be any good at it, or how she can enjoy it herself? She looks at it as a duty, not a thing to please both of you." "Do you really think so?" " I know so. My first cock scared the hell out of me, but I was with a good friend in school and she showed me how to please a man that way, and how to feel sooo sexy as I do it. Does she have gag reflex issues? Another girl in school did, and we coached her with bananas until she could handle it, her next boyfriend said. " Mom needed it from me."Then I said something that was on my mind, that was not yet said. "Sis, unless you throw me away I'm your husband. Forever. Yesterday convinced me. Maybe not able to get married, but the same as a husband. Whatever you need, I'll do it for you. I love everything about you. I feel like I'm just a kid. I wouldn't know what to do if you suddenly disappeared. The last couple of days you have--" I searched for words to express how I felt. "You've completed me. Like you put. You wonder what other secrets I know of you. Can I read your mind? How else would I know to lean forwards in conversation at the precise angle to give you a view of my heavy bounteous breasts and giggle, so as to shake them just enough to remind you of your first crush… your slightly older neighbour who you spilt many a cum for on warm summer nights as you watched her speak on the phone through the window. She always leant on her elbows, squeezing her creamy breasts until it looked as though.