My older sister Brenda is constantly stopping by my apartment to complain to me. Her husband no longer finds her attractive, she tells me. It's one thing after another. My sister isn't bad looking it's just her attitude. Brenda is forty three years old but she has an attractive face. If you like curves Brenda is your woman. She also has a great pair of tits. I haven't seen them live but I would like to.
Brenda arrived at my place one Saturday morning and started right in on me. Her husband Frank hadn't made love to her in months. I finally blew my stack.
"Why don't you just leave him if you're so disappointed?" I asked her.
I already knew the answer. It was all about money. Brenda couldn't support herself with the job she works. She needs Frank's cash to live the lifestyle she enjoys.
"How about minding your own business." She shouted back at me.
I came back at her. "Maybe you can't satisfy him any longer."
That must have got her blood boiling. She reached out ad slapped me on the face. I lost what little control I had left. My sister was wearing a t-shirt that day. I reached over and took hold of the material and ripped the shirt away. Brenda stood there in shock. I followed it up by pulling on her big bra and freeing up her huge tits. Those mammaries hung down nearly to her navel.
Not only that, her nipples were as hard as small rocks. I was in rare form. I started removing my clothes. Off came my shirt, pants and briefs. My sister was trying to hold her hands over her tits. There was too much flesh to cover up. Brenda did get a good look at my fat prick. She couldn't fool me. She kept her eyes trained on my long dick.