As if I had found a secret room in my old family home.Then I wanted to see her cock. I rolled her off me and pulled her jeans down her long pale legs.... She was wearing white cotton panties, incongruos and innocent but for the small straining cock they could not conceal. I had never seen another erection in real life. Only my own. Bela’s was rigid, shaved and quivered to my wondering touch. She giggled then with helpless mirth. I closed my hand about it and felt its warmth. It wasn’t very big,. Immediately, she started a steady bobbing rhythm with her head in my lap, paired with a systematic sucking and licking that seemed more than a little practiced."Well, I'll be damned," I thought, "my sister is an expert cock sucker."With my attention focused on the feelings rushing through me as she worked my now stiffer than ever before erection with her mouth and the screen I was watching her do it on, as I struggled to hold it steady, I too tuned out my surroundings. The throngs of humanity. He did know who I was when he responded to my message stating how he was doing then inquired how things were going with me. I gave him my number told him to call me, in 3 minutes he replied to the message left me his number then told me he will call me in a few minutes if it was alright. I promptly wrote back yes on the chat line. We talked then after talking for about 20 minutes he asked if he could take me to dinner this week. I told him sure that I was free. I was so tempted to ask her to let me apply the suntan oil, but I didn’t. Like any hormonal guy, you can imagine what I thought about later that night.Now, here I was, face to face with a lovely pair of breasts and a woman I not only liked, but find very attractive, but she’s married! A big no-no for me. As much as I would like to blame the wine, one bottle wasn’t enough to blame this behavior. I was on the verge of chickening out and she took my hand and put it on her breast. I felt her nipple.