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Husband's step-sister

... as she expected some sarcastic comment to follow, some subtle dig, or just plain humiliation. Before Jessica could respond, Karen took her hand in hers, holding it gently and tenderly. Karen stroked Jessica's hand affectionately and calmly. Jessica held her hand in Karen's palm, feeling her warmth, feeling her softness. Neither Karen or Jessica spoke -- the meadows, the sun, and the gentle breeze were doing all the talking. Karen picked a daisy and placed it in Jessica's hair, gently brushing back the strands with her fingers. Usually, Jessica's muscles would've been taut with the discomfort of Karen's company but today seemed different, a different kind of Karen, a different kind of sister-in-law, a different person altogether. Jessica felt at ease for once. Karen's eye contact was fixed. Jessica held her gaze with great dignity, allowing the hot breeze to skim her cheeks. Jessica's heart thumped, her heart missed a beat, her heart raced. 'What was I thinking. What the hell did I just do. Do I really need more strife!" Jessica cursed herself, as she broke her lips away from Karen's. 'She has every right to slap me; I should've shown more respect.' Karen remained silent. Her gaze was transfixed, her face was expressionless. Just the two women sitting in the meadow. Just the occasional breeze ruffling their hair. Just the sun beating down on their white bodies. For Jessica, this moment seemed to last an eternity. Time seemed as if it had stood still. The universe seemed to ...

... have come to a standstill. It seemed that they were the only two people inhabiting the entire world. The lips were delicate. The lips were wet. The kiss wasn't rushed -- it wasn't a knee-jerk reaction -- it was totally natural. Totally from the heart. Full of total emotion. Karen placed her lips onto Jessica's, holding them there, and allowing the subtle electric current to flow through the nerve endings. Jessica's strands of hair swept across her face, swept on to Karen's face, acting as confetti for the beautiful couple. "Here, let me," were the words that finally broke the silence as Karen tied Jessica's flowing hair into a bun at the back. Jessica couldn't speak. Her throat felt locked. Her throat felt choked by the indulgent passion. She didn't want to speak. She wanted the lips. She wanted the sun. She wanted the breeze. She just wanted Karen . Karen's lips were still soft, still wet, still tender. Her tongue inside Jessica's mouth acted as a soothing lotion, acted as a tonic, acted as balm on her wounded emotions. Jessica reciprocated the tongue, entwining, swirling, and masticating. Karen lifted her light floral dress over her head. Her 38c tits swayed with the emancipation. The nipples were dark, they were gorged, and the surrounding brown rings got darker with anticipation. Karen's thick muscular white thighs were chastised by her frilly knickers. Her thick calf muscles, thick ankles, and erotic feet bore the brunt of the unrelenting sun. Karen lifted Jessica's dress ...