A confession and a kiss

Staring into the beauty that is my sister-in-laws face, I can not help but wonder just what goes on in her head to make her so angry with me all the time. But as I have taken a minute here, my alarm clock starts going off. Thankfully I do not need one of those annoying buzzers to wake up and have it set to start playing soft jazz tunes from a playlist I put together for this very reason, this one happens to be one of Harry Connick Jrs. older songs.

With the song slowly crescendoing I **** myself from Jamie’s grips, support my weight above her and reach to turn off my alarm. Jamie rolls onto her back so she is now under me and her eyes fully open but still do not look like she is firing on all cylinders. "All my boyfriends have been reminders of Mark. Yes, you too. You don’t need to be mad at me for it. I like whaaa..." and what ever else was going through her head is lost to me as Jamie’s eyes drift back shut and her head rolls to the side, clearly she was just talking in her sleep.

As I am rolling off Jamie her hand shoots up behind my head and pulls me down into a sloppy and honestly not a very good kiss. Her breath still over powering with the taste of **** and her tongue quickly mashes it’s way through my lips like a battering ram. If there was any chemistry a few minutes ago, it has been lost under this unexpected **** on my mouth.

I pull away from the woman in my bed and quickly retreat into the ensuite to get cleaned up, using only minimal effort to get cleaned up so I can hit the road before traffic. Crossing back across the room to the walk-in closet I see that Jamie has thrown the blankets off of her now openly displaying herself.

Much as she was tied up last night, she now lays relaxed in a similar position without being bound. Her one arm is behind her head propping it up slightly and her other arm is under her breasts pulling them upwards as if she is trying to support them manually. Her hips are square on the bed, but her right leg is pulled up so her knee is at almost a ninety degree angle to the rest of her body with her foot folded back against her other leg which is also bent outwards but not at such an oblique angle.

Walking past the foot of the bed her seeing this naked beauty causes me to stutter step. Her succulent beasts pointing straight to the roof with her nipples clearly erect and excited as they currently rival Jennifer’s when she is hot and bothered. My gaze slides its way down her lithe form where it settles on her still glisteningly wet pussy. After the briefest of moments under my scrutiny the arm that was behind her head pulls free and her hand sleepily finds her moist cunt. Finding its destination her middle finger lazily starts to strum itself across her tiny nub of a clit.

I stand here watching dumbfounded like a fifteen year old watching their first porno. After a minute or two of her clumsy and fumbling motions with her clit, in one swift motion her two middle fingers plunge themselves completely.