She relaxed her legs and I got free, she reached down grabbing my head, looking to my eyes, she said. “Fuck me now.” Well I may not be the sharpe...st tack in the box, but I did not have to be asked twice. I stood up spread her legs and slammed my cock into her sopping wet pussy. “Fuck me harder.” She whispered, as she nibbled on my ear.I wanted to make this last a life time. So I slowed down, and fucked her with deep strokes. I could start to feel the passion build up in my cock. Her fuck. " They look very much alike, don't they?" Yes, Mistress. At first I thought that it WAS him. But then I realized that it wasn't. I was still frightened though." You remember that I told you that the man who came here was Peter Hotaling? And that I work with Peter at McCarthy Publishing?" Yes, Mistress." Peter looks like the man who harmed you, but he would never harm you, or myself. He's a good man who shares our affinity for bondage. Would you be able to stay calm in his presence knowing. ”She looked up at me, Vodka blurred her speech, “You think I'm sexy? You can lie twice in one fucking sentence? Number one, you never dated a fluffy girl in your life, number two, I'm your sister, why should I be sexy to you?”I ignored the questions “Take your shirt off, I want to see if your bra matches your panties.”My sister stopped moving everything and eyeballed me for 10 seconds then began to smile. Her eyes dropped to the growing bulge at my groin “What color are your boxers?” she asked. He could feel his own erection pushing against the constraints of his trousers. He wished Cathy was there with him now so that he make a start right away but he also knew that he had take this seriously; there was more to creation than just the sex. A few hours later they arrived at his home. Cathy wore a loose fitting red dress. He kissed her and patted her bottom; he could not feel any panties under her dress but he did feel suspender straps. Greg stood watching them kiss; his eyes widened.