She wondered if he could see the lace top of her thigh highs. Jessalyn opened her green eyes and looked at him intently. He was staring at her without... abandon. “I don’t usually do this sort of thing”, she murmured. Perhaps the air in the elevator was thin- she sure as hell was not acting like herself! He swallowed once and took a step towards her. He knelt in front of her and reached out a massive hand to touch her silky hair. “My God, you are beautiful”, he breathed, in his deep, lovely voice.. I kissed, nibbled and licked my way back down to place my face between her legs, using my fingers to part the lips of her pussy, I lightly tonged her clitoris which brought a lusty moan from T, she thrust up with her pelvic to present more of her pussy for may oral exploration. Working my tongue more aggressively she became very close to climaxing when she pulled me up to her face and resumed kissing me, she rolled me over onto my back and taking my manhood in her right hand, she slid down my. I didn’t know Wwhat to make of that. Like I said, she let us do whatever we wanted, and I guess that included sexual activities.That night I couldn’t sleep. I tried wanking, but it didn’t compare to the feel of my sister’s touch. I had to feel her skin touch me. I needed to see her again.So here I was, standing in front of her door with an erection. I dropped my boxers right there and opened the door. It was dark, but I could see the outline of my sister sleeping. I approached quietly, not. We shoot each other a look and and a smile. “Alright, Humph?” Emmy asks. “Yes, Emmy, although I have a rather cold crotch!” I jest, highlighting the cooling breeze on the front of my damp jeans. “Well, I look forward to thawing you out when we get back to yours!” Emmy says enthusiastically. “Have we come the right way?” she asks. “Yes, I just wanted to come back the secluded route as I wanted to minimise the chance of anyone seeing my damp crotch!” I say as we turn the corner and head across.