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My buddy, Bruce, was the youngest in his family and we became friends in high school. He had three older sisters, Debbie, Sara, and Sharon, the oldest being Sharon. They were all very attractive, and over time I got to know them when hanging out at his place, and a few times they had joined us at the local hotel for a beer and wings.Sharon was in her early thirties, newly divorced and had a son, David. Bruce had been telling me about her situation and that she had decided to start dating, dropping David off at their parent’s place or getting him to babysit, but was not meeting anyone who interested her. I was interested, but being his sister meant hands off, and she was twelve years older anyway.One Saturday night I was sitting at home, having a beer and watching a movie, when my phone rang. It was just after ten, so I thought it might be one of my fwb giving me a booty call and answered right away. It was Bruce, and he wanted to know if I could rescue Sharon from a car breakdown. He was out on a date and didn’t want to leave Kartal Escort to go help her, so I agreed. He gave me the location, which wasn’t far from my place, and I drove over to the lounge where she was waiting.When I arrived I found her sitting in her car, dressed up in a short white dress and heels. She jumped out of the car and greeted me when she recognized me, a big smile on her pretty face.”Oh, you are my hero!” she exclaimed.”What’s the problem with your car?” I asked, looking her up and down. “You look great, by the way.””Thanks,” she replied with a smile. “I met a guy here, but he’s a dud, and my car won’t keep running.””Oh, out on the prowl,” I joked. “Keys in it?””Here,” she said, handing me the keys and chuckling. “Not prowling, just window shopping.”I laughed and got in the car. It sputtered before starting, ran for a moment, and stalled. I lifted the hood and checked a few things, having her crank it over while I checked for spark. Lots of spark, so likely no fuel getting through.”Have Kartal Escort Bayan to get it towed tomorrow, likely the fuel pump,” I announced.Sharon got her things from the car, locked it up, and joined me in my car for a ride home.”Thank you so much for coming to my rescue. I’m surprised you were not doing anything.””No, I decided to just chill at home tonight.””No date? No steady girl yet?” she asked teasingly.”No, nothing like that at the moment. I have a few girls I go out with, but nothing solid.””Hmm, I always thought you were a bit of a playboy,” she giggled. “You’re always such a flirt.”I laughed. “It’s fun to flirt. Especially with pretty women like you.””Ha, you are such a tease,” she replied, resting her hand on my thigh.We pulled up to her townhouse and she directed me to her parking stall.”Come on in and have a drink,” she invited. “It’s still early.”I followed her into her place and took a seat on the couch while she stepped into the bathroom. A few minutes Escort Kartal later I heard her call me and followed her voice to the bedroom. She stood at the foot of the bed, smiling seductively, and slipped her high heels off.”How about more than just a drink?” she offered.She lay back on the bed, lifted her dress up and slipped her panties off. Her pussy was clean-shaven, bare and glistening, beautiful and inviting. I pulled my shirt off and began to undo my jeans, pausing for a moment.”You know, Bruce will be really pissed if he finds out about this,” I mused.”I’m not going to tell him,” she laughed. “Are you?””Uh, no,” I replied with a shrug.”Then get busy,” she giggled, pointing to her pussy.I dropped my jeans and shorts down and kicked them to the side before dropping to my knees in front of her. I ran my hands up her thighs until my fingers met the glistening pout, and ran my thumbs along it as I lowered my mouth to her. My tongue slipped between her pouty folds, tasting the sweet juices waiting inside, and I began licking, nibbling, and sucking. Her legs went over my shoulders and her hands on my hand as I worked her into an orgasmic frenzy, setting her off by taking her clit between my lips. She moaned and bucked against my mouth, her hands pulling my hair and her thighs squeezing tightly until the orgasm crested.

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