I pass a guy blowing a kiss to his wife as he gets into his car to leave. She looks like a fifties housewife. One that stays home and has an apron on ...and has dinner on the table for him when he gets home. But what happens when their two point five kids are in bed? Is there a little black bag under the bed that has their tools of pleasure? Does he strike her for his pleasure and call her names and humiliate her? Or even does she do it to him? Suddenly I realize that I have passed Nick's. Annie usually didn’t change into a nightgown or a night shirt. She’d still be in her jeans and a t-shirt or shorts. Meanwhile, I was only wearing my bathrobe. I could slide the material up past my hip bone or past my tailbone and I would feel my big sister start to grind her pussy against me.This was still my big sister and maybe a small part of me was hesitant. That may sound peculiar. Still, I let Annie determine how quickly we would move and which direction we might take.I slid my hand. ..he continued watching her as she felt his hard cock slide inside her pussy, oh god that felt so good, Kate had needed to feel this for so long...he pulled her up to him, and pulled her dress over her head, taking off her bra, she watched in the mirror as he cupped her breasts, squeezing her nipples, she lifted up her hands and unpinned her hair.....her master pushed her back down and started to fuck her deep...hard long strokes...his hand on the back of her neck..... Her masters cock felt so. "All your favorites: sweet and sour chicken, extra sauce, soup, egg rolls, noodles, no rice, and tea," he stated.I was overwhelmed. We had talked about my weakness for Chinese food during the initial phone call. Now here he was with everything I had mentioned. How many men paid attention that closely, especially when they hadn't even met yet?"I'm impressed, Nate, that you remembered my preferences," I told him.Digging in, we talked about how our day went, and how he felt better about getting.