----Ron rolled over and groaned as the early morning sun peeked between the slightly open curtains. He stretched and turned away from the piercing su...nlight. He reached out with his right arm to find Hermione and found only air. Not that her side of the bed was empty, there was no bed there at all. He looked to his left, and his wife was laying where he should be. She was snuggled down in the covers, just the haystack of her hair sticking up. Her hair was a wreck, it was going to take her. You're fighting it so professionally. I unbutton my blouse and press my breast against your neck. I inhale and exhale. I lick the back of your neck and i feel you shiver. I spin your chair around and you're grinning like a fool. You grab my shirt and rip it off me. I didn't prepare for that kind of reaction. Your grip around my waist is strong. I try to take the control back. I take your wrist and bend it back suddenly. Of course its your bad wrist. I grab your dick through your thin slacks and. The inside of the skirt was dark enough to conceal the pile of material, though I feared the delicate fabrics of the undergarments would not survive the night. My brightly embroidered vest joined the pile, itself inverted into equivalent darkness. The snood covered my golden halo, such an inappropriate image for murder anyway, and I took the thick club in my hands to wait. Perhaps if I hadn't had to wait, I would have been less tempted to think. Thinking is a dangerous pastime. As I began to inch my cock into my little sister's pussy I also lifted her by the ass, my fingers pressing into her firm, smooth cheeks as I put her weight on the vanity."Yeessssssssssssss.... Show me Andrew, show me that big thing of yours going in your naughty little sister....oooohhhh." I did just that, bottoming out in her inescapable warmth before retracting and entering her passage once again. First we were both looking at the penetration, the unbelievable and erotic i****t we were both.