1. Remote Possibilities 2: s****r Abby


    Date: 8/21/2015, Categories: Fetish, Sex Humor, Taboo, Author: drew1207, Rating: 96, Source: xHamster

    him. So he left the remote plugged into the wall, figuring that it could maintain its course at least until he came back. Bounding down the stairs, two at a time, Andrew hit the first floor and looked around. Wow, how hard could it be to tell if time had stopped. The television was indeed frozen on a frame of the news, but he needed more. He headed outside to the backyard where Abby was floating in the pool. &#034Abby,&#034 he called out to her. &#034Abby......Abby are you there?&#034 He realized that she had headphones in and that could be the cause, although the water was eerily still; he started really believing now that the universal remote was just as powerful as he had been lead to believe. Walking over to his s****r's raft, floating only a foot or two from the edge of the pool, he reached over and tapped her on the shoulder. She didn't react, and neither did the water beneath her. Time was stopped, and here was his unbelievably sexy s****r in front of him. Should he do what he had always dreamt of? It was almost comical how quickly he cast aside the morality of the issue and pulled Abby's raft toward him. The water beneath it moved but failed to ripple outward, 'strange,' he thought, he'd have to do some experiments to see how this effected everything around him. But that thought quickly expired as he looked down at his 'paused,' s****r. His fantasies were literally playing out before him, and he knew exactly what to do first. He took both his palms and dropped them ...
    on top of her luscious breasts. His fingers gently depressed into them as he took in their size and suppleness. He could feel her nipples harden and he nearly laughed out loud as they poked into his palms. His hardness pushed against his shorts fully now, and he kneaded his s****r's breasts feeling the frustration seeping away at being deprived of this moment for years now. Time after time he had seen them constrained behind tight shirt after tight shirt or bouncing in a bra as Abby ambled down the stairs. That very morning he had seen them restrained by a black lace number that couldn't have extended past her nipples more than a millimeter as Abby strolled around the second floor in that and her low riding pajama pants, rolled twice at the hip. He moved a hand to her abdomen, feeling that taut stomach that he had lusted after in her midriff-revealing shirts and low riding jeans. The finger's of his left hand were savoring the feel of her tit as his right played at her pierced belly button. A small jeweled clover hung from it; it was a detail he'd always loved about her amazing stomach: the way it gleamed at him when it caught just the right light. He didn't miss a thing, feeling every square inch of skin he could get his hands on. Stroking and massaging, he pawed at her and worked his way around her body, slipping a hand gently just beneath the waistband of her bikini bottoms. But he wanted more, so he did the next natural thing he could think of: he reached under the raft to ...
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