The Mirror on the Ceiling – Part II

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Rebekka showed up at Sandra’s house about fifteen minutes after Sandra called her. Sandra was our family fitness trainer and she had lured me into a private physical fitness session at her house, just a few miles from where my wife and I lived.Rebekka was Sandra’s very gregarious and astoundingly beautiful sister-in-law. Standing at just little over five feet and an inch or so tall, she had a modelesque figure and very long brown hair that reached to her lower back. Her smile was just as engaging as she was. From the moment I saw her stepping into Sandra’s house, I was in lust.Sandra quickly introduced me as a friend, even as I stood shirtless, shoeless and in my jeans in the living room. Sandra had slipped on a satin robe to cover herself. We had just finished a marathon love-making session and even though I was spent and exhausted, I felt second wind şişli escort filling me as Rebekka proffered a smile, a wink and a “well, it’s nice to meet you” response.Rebekka was casually attired in some running shorts and a sports bra, her hair pulled back in a ponytail. Sandra looped her arm under mine and led me to the couch. Rebekka followed, sitting down beside me, as Sandra sat opposite her sister-in-law, with me squeezed between them.Sandra’s robe parted, exposing her breast and making it easily clear that she was not wearing anything underneath. She slipped her hand on my thigh and asked if I wanted anything to drink.“No,” I casually replied.“Well, I’m thirsty,” Sandra intoned, standing up and heading towards the kitchen. She glanced back at Rebekka and myself and intoned, “Can I trust you guys to behave?”“We’ll try,” Rebekka replied, slipping her mecidiyeköy escort hand on to my thigh. I gently rested my hand on top of Rebekka’s hand. She took my hand in hers and placed my hand on to her bare thigh just above the hemline of her running shorts.“You’re cute,” Rebekka intoned, moving her hand to my inner thigh.“You’re freakin’ awesome yourself,” I replied, gently squeezing the inside of Rebekka’s inner thigh. She parted her legs, which I took to be an invitation, of sorts, to do some exploring. I slipped my fingers under the edge of her loose fitting running shorts, ever so close to her crotch. Rebekka’s eyes widened and she grabbed hold of my hand. She took in a deep breath and then forcefully exhaled.“Oh-my-gawd!” Rebekka exclaimed, “You see something, and you simply go for it, huh?”“No,” I replied, as I shifted her hand from my inner though and on to the bulge that had formed in my trousers. I held her hand in place, and with my free right hand, I forced my fingers in past the waistband of her jogging shorts.Rebekka laid her head back on the couch and closed her eyes as I pushed my hand further and further into her shorts. I could feel the warmth and moistness of her womanhood. She was already worked up. I was astonished. She pinched her nipples through the thin fabric of her sports bra.“Damn,” Rebekka breathlessly extolled as I worked my finger back and forth over her clit.Within seconds, Rebekka was arching her back and then lifting her buttocks off the couch. She pushed her gym shorts down her well-toned and muscled legs, past her knees and then her ankles. She was cleanly shaven, which I loved.Sandra stepped back into the living room. She stopped at the sight of me finger-pleasuring her sister-in-law.“What the-?” Sandra started to ask. I guess the sight of me finger-probing her sister-in-law was quite an unexpected sight.

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