Could I have known her long enough to actually love her? It didn’t matter; I whispered it aloud as I drank in her youth, her warmth…the whole esse...ce of her being. For her part, she clung to me, not as a father-daughter might, not as a newly come-by lover should, but as only conjoined souls are able – on that empirical level that embraces awareness and inseparable affection.I don’t even remember her kneeling in front of me – my back now to the seat. I have no recollection of sliding her panties. As we kiss his arms go around me and his hands find my firm ass. I slowly guide him back until my legs are against the bed. He gently lays me down on the bed not breaking the kiss. He lets his hand roam all over my body taking in every curve and memorizing every inch of me. I break the kiss and whisper in his ear "What do you think of your birthday present so far baby?" He didn't say anything just slid his hand down to my pussy and starts rubbing it over my skirt. I start squirming under his. She eagerly got into position and begged them to feed her their yummy jizz. They both commanded her to put her fucking hands behind her back while they took turns fucking her throat until they both roared and blasted their loads all over her face and in her mouth while she moaned playing with her pussy clearly cumming again before scooping it off her face and eating it thanking them all for using her like a whore.I practically ran back to the party as they dressed and started hesding for the. “She’s over at the bar,” Derek said.“Tara?” Kara’s voice.I looked up. She was standing there, clutching her violin case to her chest like an infant.“It’ssssss badddddd...” I sobbed. “Just wrongggggg...”“I know, Sis,” she said. She turned to Derek. “Little brother, why don’t you go see what you and Bert can get into. He’s got some kit thingie going.”“‘Kay,” Derek said. “Help my sister...” and he bounded off.“Come sit on the sofa,” Kara said.“How’d you do it, Kara? I can’t forget...”“Never.
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