1. Stacy 2


    Date: 10/13/2014, Categories: Hardcore, Mature, Taboo, Author: vtevte, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

    a girl could have!" My retching noises were cut short when my mother lightly cuffed the back of my head. "But you know she's not going to spend all that on a present!" I objected. Dad slipped his arm around the brat's waist and hugged her to him, "If there's some left over, I don't mind my little Pumpkin treating herself." I glared as Stacy poked her tongue out at me and then disappeared into the living room. Mum stood up and smoothed her cream pencil-skirt down her thighs, "Finish up quickly, darling. I really am running a bit late." Shovelling the last of the food into my mouth, I wondered what it was about my f****y that could have me acting and feeling like a jealous teenager after only being home for a week. ++++++++++ Driving home after dropping mum off, my thoughts were full of Stacy. I just could not figure anything out. My own feelings about what had happened between us were all jumbled and confused, so how could hers be any different? She had acted almost as if last night had never happened, except for that brief moment when she said she wanted me to drive her to Kimberley's. Did that mean she was okay with what we had done? Was I? Deep down I knew all the arguments against i****t and until last night, I would probably have agreed with most of them, but today everything was different. I could not forget just how sensational the sex had been. No other girl had left me with such a satisfied feeling. But how much of that was down to the pleasure that came from ...
    realising with hindsight that it was my s****r which so wantonly thrust back to meet my rampant cock? Just the memory of how sweet her kisses tasted or how her little pussy squished with juice when I fingered it, made my manhood swell. I could still feel the pressure in the centre of my palm caused by her taut nipples as I clutched her peach sized breast. The heavenly scent of her hair seemed to linger in my nostrils and I fixed my eyes onto the middle finger of my left hand that, barely seven hours ago, had been knuckle deep in the willing cunt of my little s****r. I could almost feel her sticky nectar coating it. A blaring car horn made me snap out of the daydream and I quickly steered the car away from the middle of the road, back to the centre of my lane. That was close! ++++++++++ I was surprised when I got home to find Stacy knelt on the sofa, leaning over its back and peering out of the window through the lace curtains. "I thought you were going with Dad?" I asked as I tossed the car keys onto the coffee table. Her black mule shoes waved back and forth as she wiggled her buttocks in time to some music she was humming. She frowned, but did not answer. "Stacy?" I asked again, as I flopped down into an armchair by the fireplace. The little brat ignored me as she looked up and down the street. I was getting the silent treatment, typical. From my seated position in the chair, I could now see something that made my pulse hammer. She was wearing knee-length white socks that made my ...
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