My voice hoarse. She eased off the worktop and I felt her fingers probe between my legs. All I could do was stare into a pair of emerald green eyes ...and her figer found my clit. That is the point I knew I was lost. Her other hand was behind my head and pulling me into a long, lingering tongue wrestling kiss as we massaged each other’s sex. My fingers strayed into her hole and she was mirroring everything I did. I knew I wanted to come so I began a steady rhythm between her hole and her. Above her eyes widened and she licked her lips pausing again.Her voice sunk lower in volume and deeper, “…’Once again He and His daemons would stalk a land of light’…”I pressed my tongue flat against her shaved pussy, using the tip to pry open the inner labia. Probing, testing, digging deeper. All the while my hands continued to run up and down her inner thighs, occasionally teasing at the patch of hair above her still hidden clit.Her voice cracked. I paused in my work and looked down at my. Could she really be that brazen? Well screw it, she’d been a faithful wife for fifteen years and her husband had left her for his secretary, saying that Jennifer just wasn’t exciting anymore. My god it was such a cliché. Making her decision looked Graham straight in the eye. ‘Well, actually there is something. I’m interested in that small leather paddle you have over there.’ Graham walked over the retrieved the paddle and handed it to Jennifer. His walk was graceful, almost like a dancer.. That's my sister, a good time girl."Never mind," I sympathized."I may go and play with my vibrator for a while," she said half to herself. "Not the same as a good hard cock though." Yeah, I suppose," I said only half hearing.My sister and I were very close, having spent at lot of our growing up years like this, for our parents would go to bed so early and leave us all alone."You want to play something?" she asked."Yeah, sure, just as soon as I've finished this," I replied. "What time is it?".