It was a morning in early February when she mentioned that Valentine's Day was right around the corner. (I hated and dreaded Valentine's Day. I though... it was a bullshit commercialized holiday that enabled greeting card companies, florists, and chocolatiers to get rich, as anyone without a significant other was made to feel inferior to the rest of society. Besides, if you loved someone, you should show them that you did every day, not just one day of the year.) Em knew my feelings on the. My cock stretched her pussy while hitting her deep. After 3-4 minutes, I picked up the pace and started fucking her like a jackhammer. The sound of my balls and thighs striking her was loud in the restroom and echoing across the walls.Aditi’s moans and screams also got louder in intensity. She was in the throes of pleasure she has never experienced before. My time at the gym and proud six-pack abs were paying off with the intensity of the hammering I was giving Aditi.I kept hammering Aditi’s. I listened to her music in the kitchen until she goes off to school. I tolerate her top 40 music. Some of it IS good. Okay, most of it as long as its not rap, then its back to classical rock or Jazz. Yeah!I was wondering if I would go to work today. Somehow buying and selling stock for a few millionaires didn't seem that appealing this morning. But what would I do if I called in sick? I could fix the place up a bit. Redo the kitchen; get some furniture, things like that. Or, I could get some. And I once again instantly linked with my sister and was overwhelmed with her emotions.Actually there were only four I could identify. One was love, one was apprehension and fear mixed in equal parts. The fourth was the one from yesterday that I hadn't been able to recognize... but today it had separated itself from love and was all by itself. I knew its name this time, because I could feel the same emotion waking in myself. Lust.Desire is something altogether different from Lust, even if.
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