Sucking from blackmail or--? In any case it was exciting to be lying there watching her full, stiff-nippled breasts swinging about his legs and occasi...onally grazing them, watching her beautiful girlish face sucking ecstatically at his pulsating rod.And she was ecstatic--even though she still hated herself for it. Her cunt felt warmer than ever, and was secreting so madly that she needed something hard and thick there to quell the ache. The sheer illicitness of the act was exciting in. She came in wearing a short nighty and said, "I've been thinking about what we talked about after dinner, over the wine," as she sat down on my bed next to me."Oh, about the time you got me the book and all?" Yes, well, the book, but more about my masturbating you way back then."She was smiling so I didn't think I was going to hear any regret over what had happened so many years ago when we were young."So, what is it you're thinking?" Well, it's been over forty years now and, well, I think my. I helped you stand up, and then kissed your cum covered lips. I could taste my saltiness on you, and you were surprised at how willing I was, but then kissed me back harder. I then kissed your face, and worked my way down to your breasts, cleaning you off as I went. When I met your lips again, we shared the cum remnants, and kissed some more.I then walked you to the bed and laid you down. "Can I now explore what was always so close yet far away big sis?" You giggled and took me by the back of. I doubt very much that separation would have shocked her into change, and divorce would have inevitably followed. I find myself wondering if that might have been best. But such thinking is futile. I did sell the house. I did stay in Cambridge. And we did stay together, if peculiarly. My life become one of memory and fantasy. Memories of days, nights, experiences, with Julie and Anne, and other women, some of whose names I could not even remember, some of whom I was surprised to realize I had.