I could feel her still looking at me, even though I was focused on what my hands were doing.The sound of the zipper being undone was punctuated by Ale...xis’ fingers spasmodically tightening and relaxing her grip on my shoulders. I pulled her jeans open, and then sunk to my knees before her as I slowly drew them down the length of her legs. Her panties were a sheer and pale blue, and I could see she was already slick with arousal through the fabric.Alexis’s breathing had become laboured as I took. ..you also need to stroke the shaft at the same time I responded with difficulty. I was very hard now. I began thrusting into her mouth back and forth and she understood what she was to do. She could feel my throbbing member and looked up at me with those innocent eyes.....she begged me to show her everything.. She said she liked the smell and taste of a man. I pushed until her nose touched my pubic hair and the head of my dick touched her tonsils I think. I pulled out before. Her ass cheeks are now spread enough to see her anus that has opened to display a barely emerging feces. Looking between her legs she says “Open wide, today you are my toilet and you had better not let anything get on my clean white carpet”. Feeling resigned to my punishment I show no resistance and open my mouth. She squats down lower and lets her poop out enough for her to aim the turd for my mouth. She sits down all the way so that there is no gap between her anus and my mouth. She. Shit, I wasn’t ready for that curve! Did I still love my little sister? Oh yeah! But was I still in love with her? That would take some time to figure out.“Bottom line, then, s*s, is you’re asking me to be your lover again? That’s a long leap after thirty five years, don’t ya think? I mean, we aren’t the same people we were back then. You’ve changed, and I have too. We both have a lot of left-over baggage to think about. You’re widowed, and I’m divorced, so availability isn’t the issue, but.