I was married. I was happy. My sex life was great. But the thought of being with her – kissing her, touching her, licking her – I just couldn’t ...get her out of my mind.I wanted her. I wanted to taste her. I wanted to fuck her. I wanted her to fuck me.I picked up my phone. It was 9pm on a Saturday. I was home alone – my husband was away on a business trip – and I was starting to feel tipsy halfway through my third glass of wine.It was only 8pm on the West coast – where my husband was for business. A voice in my mind told me to Kick him in the balls, NOW, KICK HIS BALLS NOW, this was the moment, he didnt even have a knife or weapon! But I couldn't move. I had lost control. He reached me and pressed himself against me, I felt his hard cock against me. He was so close that I could smell him, he had a sweet, fresh smell. Strangely enough I felt somewhat relieved that it didnt have any bad odours about him. He looked at my hair and took off the scrunchy I had used to tie it up. He then. I usually came from my office late after mid night but on that Saturday night I got free early and reached home at around 9 PM. I straightway went to collie’s room to have a little walk but found him missing. I knew he must be with Farah either for a walk or for a shower. Since I had brought her favorite pizza, I went up to Farah’s bed room to check whether she was out or inside the bed room. The lights of the corridor were switched off, whereas the light in her bed room was peeping through the. .. the way you're fucking me ... your big hard cock ... my pussy's so hot ... ahhhhh, I can't wait ... until we come!" Babs cried as she humped her crotch up hard against his.Greg ground his hips in a circular motion, fucking his cock harder and deeper into his sister's little wet cunt."Man, it's soo tight, babe ... your little pussy's sooo fuckin' tight!" he groaned.He loved the incredible sensations of fucking his big cock into her tiny cunthole and the incredibly erotic feeling of her.