John offered me a cigarette, and I started smoking.I looked at him through the smoke. He was looking at my body, and I was sweating because his eyes w...ere making me wet. I wanted his body to touch a part of me. We spoke through our eyes. I saw a glass of alcohol on his table. I took it and drank it while smoking.He held the back of my hair through my neck and started eating my lips. His lips were biting mine instead of kissing. His hands went straight into my jeans. He inserted his hand into my. " I tasted a wash of lube from inside her flowing over my tongue. I didn't even take her panties off. I just started licking her through them, then pulled them to the side and took huge mouthfuls of her juices, pulling her lips open with my fingers so I could drive my tongue into her pink pussy. She lifted her shirt up, no bra underneath, and played with her boobs, which are so sexy. I could see her nipple piercings through her shirt, which really turned me on when we were dancing. My hands fit. Taking it easy I smiled back and walked over and admired both her and the train.Here it was August of 1986 and Jenny was 30 and I was 33 it had been twenty years since we had moved away. In that moment of nostalgia I got a good look at my little sister's body and an erection took shape in my underwear. For some reason, she suddenly struck me not as a sister but one hell of a sexy lady.She stands right at five feet four inches tall with long red hair and green eyes. My sister has a slender waist. The bra came off and I was stunned. Her tits were incredibly long, round and thin. But very firm. They stuck out from her chest quite a distance. I had thought that since I could detect a reasonable amount of flesh inside her bra and that she had been a nursing mum that her tits would hang down in the way they do.These were definitely not hanging down. They stuck out from her chest with a perfect concave top and a convex bottom. The nipples on the end although small were pointing slightly.