I was so wet, but my pussy is so tight that Jane was having to go in very slowly with her great big strap on cock. I felt it edge in slowly filling me... up. “OH Yeah that feels so good” I moaned as she sunk yet still deeper inside me. All of a sudden she thrust herself forward and “Oh FUCK yeah oh god baby” I screamed as she filled me up completely, stretching my poor little tight pussy to bursting point. It was a little painful at first but soon enough I was bucking back onto her and she was. Her vaginal fluid started to flow and she was sucking in her breath (hissing sound) and grunting."Oh, ho ho ho ho. si si si . Fuck. Fuck. Hell, you are killing me, Jason." She started to tremble a little as her first orgasm hit her. Now she changed her style. Before she was going straight up and down. Now she bent forward slightly and raised her butt a few inches. She pressed both her hands on my thighs. Now both the dildo and my cock was half way out of her pussy. She did a series of quick in. I gave her a key to my house, she had my schedule and would just come over in the morning. If I was still sleeping she would come in and wake me up. I often sleep naked. She showed up and went in my room to wake me up and for the first time in months apparently my covers were pulled to the side enough for her to notice. It wasn't until that evening after she left when she told me that she seen that I was naked. This led to quite the conversation. She told me how she was attracted to me and tip. Rebellion hit hard in her early twenties- protests, activist groups, 'save the earth so long as you're also smoking it' rallies. Then she met her husband John, and the phase passed...Maybe I was missing out.We talked about bullshit for a while, but I found myself still thinking about my sister, walking class to class with her perky little tits out for everyone to see. I kept wondering what her professors had thought, what her friends had said, or if everyone had just accepted it is normal. Of.