He was too knackered to jog or fuck until the following night, let alone fuck his wife that night.The next Friday at work, Mark and Helen had their me...eting and he noticed her occasional winking and as he had by now increased the number of women he was now fucking by 100%, he started thinking very seriously about Helen, but knew that the old saying, "don't shit in your own nest", was very applicable in this workplace, but it does not hurt to dream.A few Saturdays later, when Mary was shopping,. My sister brought her head closer and peered into the hole again, gasping and bringing her head back when she realized I was indeed watching her. She scooted back a little and slowly began to take off one of the straps from her night time shirt, and then the other. She slowly pulled down her shirt revealing her tiny little bra, she reached back and began to unhinge her bra while I was pulling down my shorts and exposing my cock and gripping it with my hand and pressing my head against the door.. "I guessgreat minds think alike, and I guess that the sister connection we'relearning more about every minute."He stood in the classic blue and white gingham print interlock skirt,unable to wipe the smile off his face, loving her selection. With theskirt just above his knees, it was a bit shorter than the movie version,yet still not overly sexy with a built-in white petticoat, complete with alace hem ruffle. On top, the white broadcloth blouse had a high collarbuttoned in the back, and ruffled. Finger knuckles pressed against finger knuckles inside me and I was off and running again with each internal vibration she made as her arms continued an in and out motion that sent me skyward to the stars and beyond.Again I was on the verge of passing out when she again changed motions. Alternating her fists and arms she came at me like opposing sides of a locomotive. In my ass, out of my pussy. In my pussy and out of my ass. Chuga, chuga, chuga, chuga. My crotch felt like the punching bag that.