"Mmm, I like a man who wears boxers. Even a man who doesn't," she said as she pulled them down. "Oh, look here, I remember this. This is pretty much w...hat started our friendship. Hmm, that makes it a little difficult to tell people how we met. Maybe we should dream up an alternate story?" I rather like the real story, Alex," as she pulled me by the hand to her bed as she swept back the covers. She turned and we embraced again, now her hand gripping me firmly, both of us knowing what we. Then he shoved himself all of the way into her steamy wet pussy and I heard him laugh as Jane gave a short cry. Tara jumped up off of the day bed and ran out of the room. Thomas looked after her for a moment as if undecided about whether he should go get her. I saw my wife’s fingers reach back and her nails scratched across his hairy nut sack. “She will come around. Fuck me Thomas. You want my pussy more anyway!” I heard my wife say. He gave a short laugh and then drew back a little. Her long long black hair spread all over her red color stain pillows. She looks like an angel that is ready to commit some kind of lustful sin. She is rubbing herself with one hand. I can barely see the other one, only notice the stroking motion off, on the side. While she is caressing her ass with her right as she reaches over and gets a small dildo like type of strap and she tries to rub it in and out pressing upon her. She keeps this up for a few minutes to swap it out and change it for. Like brother and sister. On the way home, I mentioned that my parents were not expected back until late, so she said “let’s go in and talk some more. My dad won’t mind, he trusts you”She mentioned that she was still a bit taken back about that dude’s lesbian remark. I said I will mention to some guys that I went on a date with you and you are not a lesbian, and a very nice girl. She jumped into my lap and started kissing me on my lips. This was definitely NOT a brother/sister kiss. Yeah, boy I.