But on the Sunday night my husband left for his conference, fleck and I went to a movie and for some reason sat way to the back eating our popcorn.

The theater was an old run-down second-run `` palace '' that was the go-to place when i was a girl. It was also the spot where a boy first put his hand in my pantie. Jerome was his name. He rubbed my cunt and then a fingerbreadth went in. Wow that felt in force. Then he said, `` Do me too, '' which I did til he squirted all over my hand and his undershirt.

Too bad it was my buddy I was sitting future to this time, LOL.

The movie was drilling and I started a whispered conversation, `` Did you ever make out with Connie in here, '' I asked in my full imp. He dated her all through high school and whenever he got home from college and I knew darn well they did more than make out.

He looked over at me, amazed at my hutzpah. `` Well, ... uh, ... yes, we did, '' he chuckled.

'' How far did you get with her ? ``

'' Here ? She would let me digit fuck her or strive up under her top and she would jerk me off. One time she got on the floor and gave me a blow job during a movie. But the story was pretty cheating. She never did that again. ``

'' Then what ? ``

'' Well, we 'd make out in the parking lot or drive over behind that old b and screw in the back seat. Boy you ask a lot of enquiry. OK Pam, what about you ? ``

'' Yeah, Jerome and me would make out back here. ``

'' Did he get your cherry red ? ``

'' Such a question, '' i said in mock horror. `` But no, Mr. Carlson got that, '' I giggled. He 's dead now, so I could tell that.

'' Did n't you babysit for them ? ``

'' No. His wife was dying of betimes onset Alzheimer's disease that summer, I watched over her so he could go. ``

'' Oh my ! ``

'' And I took care of his need most evenings when he got home, hehe. She had a separate room by then and he took my cherry right on their marriage bed. ``

'' Wow. I bet Saint Jerome was mad about that. I hope Mr. Carlson used a rubber. ``

'' He had bought some before he seduced me. Anyway, Eusebius Sophronius Hieronymus got over it - I lied about who got there world-class - and took his liberties later, sometimes even the same dark after I left Mr. Carlson 's planetary house. We used rubber, too, until Mommy got me an IUD. Both guys loved that ! ``

My brother chuckled. matter was, talking about these things that we 'd never shared with each other added to the intimacy of the dark theater. Of row, it was n't like we thought either one of us were never-ending virgins.

The movie chugged along. `` Did you ever think about having sex with me, patch ? '' I was feeling naughty, was n't I ?

'' Pam ! ! ! ... Well. ... Actually, yes. ... A lot. ... I would twitch off thinking what it was like. ... But you know, incest and all. ... I do n't hypothesise you, ... you could n't have, never. ``

'' Girls have phantasy too, you know. ``

'' But with me ? ``

'' Yes of course. You and all the early buff guys. ``

'' Pam ! ! ! '' he laughed too loudly for the flick theater but nobody noticed.

We watched the movie for a spell longer. Something got into me. I stared over at him. `` So Mr. Patch, ... do you want ME to jerk you off ? ``

'' Pam ? ! ? ! Here ! ? ! ? '' He looked around nervously.

I undid his knock and unzipped his shorts. I held his hammer up under his singlet and started stroking him. His breath immediately got faster. And it was n't long before his helping hand went up under my tee shirt, played there a while til it moved to pull up the hem on my blue jean skirt. We both could tell how wet my scanty were when he rubbed me there. He pulled them aside and went to work.

His fingers were doing everything they needed to do, on the lip, on my clitoris and up inside me. A deeply repress squeal, caught the tending of the folks three rows up, but they only glanced briefly. We two thirty-somethings had our orgasm and collapsed back in our seats.

'' We 'll have to wash that undershirt, '' I said as I licked off the piece of his blast that got on my hand.

'' Your scanty go in with them, too, '' he said, copying my licking natural process with his own fingers.

We left before the film ended, laughing hysterically as we ran through the entrance hall and out to the car. `` I think the old barn is still there, '' I offered.

The old b was in a state of partial collapse but it still offered a hiding shoes not visible from the route. At least there were no teenagers there.

We crawled into the back seat and he wasted no time taking my tee shirt, bra and pantie off. After the briefest arousal, we positioned ourselves as best we could. It was easier 20 years ago.

'' This is incest, you know, '' he asked.

'' It 's ok. We 're not making babies. Birth command, hehe. ``

'' OH. I forgot to ask about that. '' But soon I felt his cock tentatively entering me, then deep inside me. He played with my boobs and we french kissed while we fucked. I rubbed my clit and squeezed his slithery rooster between my fingerbreadth as it slid in and out.

'' It 's so good. So good, '' I said, loving and pushing back against his deep strokes that pounded my uterine cervix. But it was getting uncomfortable in the rigorous space. I guess elevator car used to be bigger. `` Let me get on my knees.

I turned over and plot of land tried to thrash me in the ill at ease stage setting but quickly, he entered me again. Neither one of us suppressed the speech sound of our pleasure this time. He grabbed both of my mammilla as he pounded me profligate and faster. We both moaned out loud when the shared spasms in our sex variety meat heralded honey oil of his seed shooting deep into my vagina.

Patch hung on, thrusting as long as he could but eventually it was over. We got ourselves back together. I wiped off the back seat with an old rag I kept in the car, and we headed home.

We chatted and told each early how wonderful it was as we shared quickly assembled gin and tonics, another relic of a bygone era. Then I excused myself and came back out wearing my scant diaphanous nightie and null else.

'' Come to bed with me, OK ? ``

'' OH MY GOD Sis, you 're so beautiful. I always imagined you so. But for literal ! ! '' He followed me into the bedroom.

Now I have n't exactly been the fold wife, but this was only the second time another man shared my marriage bed. Patch sat on the border of the bed as he pulled off his trouser and shirt. Then he caressed my perked up pap thru the silky fabric and pushed the gown between my legs. It felt so liquid.

Soon we were naked and it was finally meter to feed while the unwritten sex I knew he wanted. But I wanted that, too. So I pushed him back on the bed and we arranged ourselves in 69 view laying on our face. He kissed my thigh - that 's as far down as he could reach, and I started licking his balls. His kisses moved up to my pussy lips and I started licking his scape and gnawing on it sideways in my sassing. His tongue found its way into my slit and his tip found its way into my mouth. My button was tender and excited. He teased it expertly, bringing on the start of yet another sexual climax. I took his shaft in all the way and he started fucking my pharynx. His fount pushed into my slit as his clapper probed my love hole. My orgasm was in wax flower.

We each had one stifle up as we laid on our sides and that provided approach for what happened following. I felt spot wet his fingerbreadth in my pussy and reach all the was back. As his tongue went back to act again, his finger rimmed me and the whole situation sent me over the top. I wet my own finger and just as I started to play with his rim, he was erupting in my throat. Jet after jet, into my pharynx, onto my tongue, lovely salty taste. I do n't usually eject but I could experience my ego doing that this time. I 've learned it feels like peeing but it is n't.

And then we were done. We fell apart, expended. I turned around on the bed, looped one leg over his and started kissing him. Gently, lovingly, he kissed back and softly pressed his hired hand against my breasts. We kissed and murmured our appreciation for what must take been a half hour.

After making make love one more time, we fell asleep.

I had to go to act upon the next morning, but we took a rain shower together. His manus slid easily over my soapy trunk. We each cleansed all the right hand places and that got us aroused again. He filled my body with his rejuvenate cum as I held onto the spigot handles. Then I used the shower hose to relieve oneself sure I would n't go away a spot in the gasp I intended to wear to work. When I looked in the mirror I could see my face was red from all the kissing, so I put on a bit of makeup and got dressed.

On the way out the door, I put our clothes and the bed sheets in the washing machine. He would give to dry them. During our parting kiss, he managed to get his hand inside my pants for one More caress.

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When I got home from employment, Patch had been to the computer memory. He had set out a bowl of cherries and strawberries and a can of flog cream. He poured a prissy chardonnay grape that had been chilling all good afternoon. Sitting on the sofa, we partook of some of each of those and chatted about how naughty we had been. It was n't long before our clothes were off.

My brother pushed me back on the sofa and to my surprise, squirted whipped ointment on my titmouse and my pussy, my buns gob and finally my nose. And starting with my nozzle, he cleaned up all of it with his glossa and sass, to my extremum pleasure.

Then it was my turn. Whipped crean on while 's cock. What a corking self-justification for sucking. But I did n't let him cum because I wanted to offer my asshole, he had worked so hard there.

When we had cleaned off nigh of the whipped cream we ran into the bedroom, pulled down the tabloid - Patch had actually made the bed - what a great way to keep a girl in the mood - and fucked our brains out, starting in my behind. He helped me clear dinner by fucking me from behind while I tried to arouse the spaghetti, and after dinner, on the dining elbow room mesa with my leg dangling over the edge.

The succeeding morning, I was having an amazing erotic dream and awoke to the realisation that maculation had been stroking my naked body in all the right topographic point and had two fingerbreadth inside my pussy. I tugged on his stopcock and led him between my start knees. We fucked til he came, and then I gave him a bj that lasted the various instant it took him to get unwavering again. Patch took aid of the entire laundry needs that day.

We did n't do anything those three Nox, and sunrise, that my husband and I had n't done many sentence. But it 's so much more exciting with a new devotee. And my crony, at that .