Sara sat down on the same chair she was in this morning. She called me over. Then commanded me to "Sit". Which I did without thinking. Sara went to the bathroom. I could hear her peeing. She was in there a while. She flushed and came out and sat down with her butt at the edge of the chair. I knew at once what was going to happen. I could see the wet moisture on her pussy. I could smell it from just a few inches away. Sara said "This time I left it all for you. Now come on girl lick, come on good girl" patting the top of her mound. My brain processed for about half a second. Then I dived right in. I started to lick anything that had a salty taste to it. I know its kind of sick to some people. But for me? While it was humiliating at the same time I couldn't get enough. I wanted more. I wanted her to give me more. Sara was moaning, as I would lick her clit on each upswing. Then I got knocked forward my entire face buried in her pussy. It's a good thing because it muffled a scream.. What if we’re bust? My cock on her pussy in the lounge! How would we explain this? But her imaginative mind was far ahead of mine. Mother walked in and said, “Cathy darling, what are you doing? That is so un-ladylike, sitting on your brother like that”. “Well it’s his fault!” she replied. “He called me a tart for wearing high heels and bright lipstick. So I’m waiting for him to apologise,” and continued to tickle me. “Well, it is a bit bright, dear”, mother responded. “Lunch is served in five minutes”, turned around, shook her head and walked out! Unperturbed Cathy immediately reached down to my bursting member, eased its head up between her now completely soaked puffy lips, teasing her pouting clit along the way, and pushed it straight into her love canal. She thrust him deep inside her honey pod. Each thrust seemed to be endless. She worked quickly and faster each time. I lifted her skirt and saw her thickened clit standing proud, rubbing its head against my throbbing shaft. My.
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