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We started kissing passionately, sucking each others tongue. Our tongues danced together sensually, rubbing each other while our hands caressed each other all over. Suddenly she put one finger from each hand on my shirt gently drawing circles on both my nipples. 'Oh Oh!' The new sensation caused by the moving friction on my nipples sent shock waves to my spine. My nipples and cock all stiffened immediately. Then she used her nails to scratch the shirt over my hard nipples. My cock started throbbing while I moaned in ecstasy. I unhooked her bra to fondle her firm tits and she started moaning too. We fell on her bed facing each other and I licked and sucked her firm Asian tits and nipples. She reached for my manhood and grabbed the head firmly while I pulled down my pants. She gently massaged my balls while slowly stroking my stone. She bent down to lick then switched to drawing circles on my super hard nipples with her tongue. We both knew this will get me to explode fast. Tony gave the bottle to Mora and she took a long drink then handed it over to Sandra. So much for the glasses---class will show every time.I noticed Tony’s eyes going to the gap in Sandra’s robe as she bent forward to take the bottle. Having seen my wife’s tits so recently, I looked elsewhere and caught Mora peeking at her sister’s half exposed breasts as well.Weird family, I thought; I expected no less from Tony. He was a man after all. Tony saw me notice and gave me a smile.I’m fairly certain my wife saw the two of them looking. Women know when someone’s looking and either cover up, or put more on display. Sandra saw them, but did neither. She did however take a long swig from the champagne bottle.Tony grinned at me. Man to man as it were. I didn’t grin back as I noticed Sandra now seemed focused on her sister; very focused it seemed.Something was off kilter, but I couldn’t put my finger on it.We sat around and talked about the wedding and the better days between Sandra and me. We.
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She heard me approaching from behind and tilted her head back. “You made it,” she almost whispered.“Yes, just not fast enough.”I leaned down for a kiss. It was one of those “Damn, I’ve missed you.” Passionate kisses...from both of us.The kiss reluctantly broke and left me looking down her body. That white shirt and a tiny pair of white lace panties were the extent of her clothing. Not a button fastened, the shirt lay open barely covering her breasts.“Comfortable, darlin?”“Very,” she answered. She raised her almost-empty glass. “Why don’t you refill this, pour you a glass and join me.”Returning with two glasses, I took the seat beside her and stretched my legs so my feet, too, rested on the railing. She leaned against me, rested her head on my shoulder and twined her fingers in mine. One of us sighed; maybe both.We sipped our wine and talked about our week as the sky turned brilliant oranges and reds.“Beautiful, isn’t it?” she said softly as she pulled her legs down and stood. “Put.

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