She was rolling her hips, hissing softly as I dipped my tongue into the cavity between her thighs. Our parents didn’t call until 10:25. I slipped my cock into Farah’s tender trap and began to stroke slowly in and out of her while we talked quietly. She raised her legs, bent at the knees and invited me back into her oven hot pussy. I felt her thighs on my cheeks when they began to vibrate. We told her about the $30 for the pizza and drinks and Farah’s date with Sam then hung up. She dropped the balloon and squealed as my fingers went to her ribs. “Why did you stop?” she panted. After a few moments of watching me appreciate her body Farah grinned and asked “Are you enjoying the view?”
“It’s pretty nice; what did you do down there? The underwater pool lights were turned up only enough to chase away the shadows on the bottom of the pool. Farah smiled seductively, leaned up and grazed my ear with her tongue then cooed “Do I need to clean up, or do you want to mix your cum with his?”
As I pulled Farah into a long soft French kiss, I was thinking maybe I should stop thinking of her as my sister.
