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I tried to picture what her nipples looked like. I was sure they would be long and pointed by the way they poked against her cotton nightshirt. After Aunt Bella, I became consumed with the desire to suck Amy’s breast, to swirl my tongue around her hard nipples. I also wanted to taste the juices from her vagina. It took a long time to get Amy on board, but it finally happened. But before I give you all the sorted details, I need to fill you in with some essential specifics. My Sister, Amy rarely dated in high school because she was never deemed a raving beauty, but she WAS sexy as hell in high school; if that makes any sense. Her most redeeming quality was her magnificent body; especially her large luscious breast. Amy may not have been considered a beauty, but she had a body that most women would’ve killed for. She had beautiful large, well-proportioned breast and a rounded little butt that was proportionate to the rest of her slender body. She gracefully floated along on long slender dancer legs, and practically every movement she made had a sexual attraction for just about every man she got around. Now Amy didn’t always have that kind of body. I remember when she was a tall, gangly girl with a flat chest. Then one day it seemed as though someone had abducted my sister and replaced her asian with this shapely young woman who made my dick hard every time, I looked at her. The new Amy was 5' 6", 120 lbs., 36-24-35 and she had the most delightful little round butt that was firm due to her devotion to yoga exercise. If you had known her back in high school and only saw her from the neck up, it may have been hard for you to identify why she was so sexy. To be perfectly honest, Amy really was quite unattractive from the neck up. I wouldn’t call her ugly; plain is probably a better term. I guess you have heard the tired old expression, “Put a bag over her head and fuck her like she was softcore the most beautiful woman in the world." Well, that tired old expression fit my sister, Amy to a tee. I want you to know that I love my big sister. We have always been close and didn’t seem to have the usual sibling rivalry. In fact, Amy was almost like a second mother. She made sure I brushed my teeth, washed behind my ears and wore clean underwear. Amy and I could talk about anything. I could share my innermost thoughts with her without fear of judgment, and she could do the same with me. As I said, I don’t want to put her down too badly, but she was, in fact, downright plain looking in high school. However, she did have a mysteriously seductive smile. I would say her smile was somewhat like the Mona Lisa. Her face was girls covered with freckles, and she had long straight, dishwater blond hair that would not hold a curl. Most of the time she bundled her hair on top of her head and clipped it in place with a tortoiseshell clip. To say her hair indian was unmanageable would be an understatement. Her hair usually went in all directions creating what some refer to as “bed head"; erotic that unkempt look most women would have when they first roll out of bed in the morning. However, for some hard to explain the reason, her unruly hair also contributed to her overall sexiness. And without realizing it, Amy would often exhibit facial expressions that range from enticing, to fascinating, to appealing, to inviting, and in some cases, utterly downright mesmerizing. That along with her latent sexual appeal that she didn't even realize she had, all added to her total sexy package. Amy was acutely aware that most guys usually spoke directly to her tits rather than her eyes. She once confided in me that their ogling made her uncomfortable at first, but she learned to enjoy their attention. “Act?” A thin smile appeared on Ares’ lips. I pulled him down to me, kissing him deeply as I laid there, once again receiving everything he had to give me, and doing so with a smile on my face. Brooke was naturally scared of death, she didn’t know what to expect. “Doesn't matter if you are trying, that will be the result. I erotic decided that I would– as usual– wait him out. I blinked quickly to hold back tears. “Jay honey, you know I love dancing, but I don’t want to stand in that line, let’s just go home and have some fun.” I pull up to the red carpet VIP entrance, and she turns and gives me a sly smile “Really, she quips.” “What line are you referring to sweetie?” I get girls out and escort her into the club and we’re guided to a VIP table next to the dance floor and stage. Kraurem with a softcore smile indian in his mouth watches as Lissa's hands light up again, and he prepares to receive that pleasure again. "I am through whoring on the streets." Kim takes over asking everyone their shoe size. free hand from the knee up to the crotch and gently touching Calvin's Placing a foot in the stirrup, my mistress swung herself gracefully up into the asian saddle. Reporter: What do you mean by “distracting?”