When I stayed at Tom's house we would smoke and drink into the wee hours, watching porn from his vast collection, eating pizza, and flirting (both of ...us) with his firecracker of a wife.I stayed in their little guest room right next to the master bedroom and, after 'retiring' for the evening, Tom and Paula would sometimes have sex, fucking like animals just feet away from me, often describing in very sexy terms (through the thin walls) who was doing what to who, who was gonna cum, and so forth.. Just think about it. We know you love him the same way he loves you, but you are both clearly hurting. Maybe you can both go talk to our counselor? He’ll follow you if you go. I’m worried about him. I know you are, too.’ Kaylee looked down at her plate, digesting every word. With barely a whisper, Kaylee said, ‘What’s wrong with the two of us? I know we weren’t exactly the all-American couple.’ She continued, choking out, ‘But he was my hero. He still is, but he found somebody else. And then,. " I'll remember that," Ben promised with a mischievous smile as his balls bounced off Gwen's ass and his stomach bounced off her belly bulge. "But you have to remember, I do love hot dogs and hamburgers, but not as much as I love fucking you and Jane." Good," Gwen gasped as she felt her orgasm growing just behind her baby as Ben's shaft stroked across her clit with every thrust. She could feel Ben's cock pulsing in her fuck tunnel and she knew it wouldn't be much longer before her cousin was. She was still holding the fingers of my hand inside the cushion. She pulled my hand a bit higher and towards the hem of her tiny short. Her short was so small that the hem ended at exactly were her thigh started.My fingers tips touched the soft skin of her inner thigh. So soft, so warm, warm enough to tell me how hot she is. How fucking hot my sister is! She left my hand there and took her hand out. She did not look at me, nor she looked at her mom. All she did was act innocent and watch TV.I.