<span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 11pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: times new roman;"><em><strong>Name:</strong> Reese Spalding <strong>Location:</strong> Home <strong>Tags:</strong> Soaking wet sis</em></span></span><br/><hr/><div class="floatright">(http://media-cache-ec0.pinimg.com/736x/72/b8/d1/72b8d15e083e3b072de0066151588a2e.jpg)</div><br/>I hear concern. More than I had imagined. The look she offers is consistent with her tone. One questioning my bending to whimsy.<br/><br/>"<strong>You wouldn't be quite so uncertain</strong>..." a smile fades in favour of a highly precise suckles that soothes a bite mark on her neck. How long has it been since he'd slipping into the bathroom? A half hour? No, he could fuck longer than that. An hour? Possibly. How much had she cum? Twice? At least twice. "<strong>... if you knew of the cult following you have</strong>," I whisper with no small measure of pride.<br/><br/>My cock has finally had its fill, and if it wants to get out of a wet and lovely hole it has to have been more than an hour. A strained groan interrupts our dialogue as the semi-hard organ is liberated from its sweet prison. "<strong>Mmm.. I bet they'll all cum the minute you introduced yourself</strong>," his words morphed into a gleeful chuckle. "<strong>They've begged me to post pictures of you, videos of us even</strong>," he felt himself hardening at the thought. Exhibitionism gained a particularly pleasing tint when done with a forbidden lover, "<strong>To let you write a few lines or even get you to leave personalized voice messages</strong>..."<br/><br/>"<strong>Not to mention my being quite curious about what you would have to say about your darling little brother...</strong>"