“You wanna do this?” I asked.“Sure,” she replied.“Bareback?” I asked.“Are you for real, what if I get pregnant?” she asked.“You’re... turning me on,” I replied.I slipped off my bathrobe and slipped between the sheet beside her.“You’re nice and hard,” she cooed, “Do it!”Her lithe body welcomed me, Her nipples hardened, her sex was moist to my touch as I eased a finger then three inside her, “Ohhh,” she cooed “That’s nice.”I eased her knees apart and rolled to be on top. She guided my cock into her. Your father and I shared one. It's not very common in women, butwe do exist. I suppose genetically you didn't have much chance to avoid it. And I'm glad of that, becauseI know how much pleasure it can bring. I miss your father that way. We had an amazing sexualrelationship built around, or should I say, experienced through, our passion for satin sex. What I'm goingto say now may shock you, but we never raised you to follow society's norms, to hold its religioussuperstitions, or to respect its. ..Claire began clawing my back and swearing her love for me. Her legs were clasped tightly and interlocked about my back and as I was about to cum inside her when, suddenly, the bedroom door opened.Ann walked in. "Times up Ok !" No Mam No !!! I Want more please Mam !!" Claire pleaded .... but to no avail !Ann grabbed my arm and said "Stop Steve. Times up OK !"Claire sobbed and remained laid on the bed as I stood up. Ann gave me a look that wasn't good !!! She then grabbed Claire by the arm and. He told himself over and over.With a small stutter, which he gets when nervous, Joey asked an innocent question, "Why do you put your hair in the towel like that?"Sara smiled, looking relieved that his question was not a thing of concern, only more evidence that boys and girls were from different planets. Patiently she responded, "Its so my hair stays damp until I can work on it - it also keeps my clothing from getting wet."Joey looked down, yet again, at his sisters small chest and her white.