Ashley comes home

Ashley comes in the door and takes her jacket off and drops her purse on the floor.

"Hi, sweetie!" you call in from the living room. Ashley squeals and runs to you. You throw your arms around her and smother her in kisses and a wild tongue.

"I'm so sorry I had to work, honey. I missed you so," she says with true regret and another deep French kiss. You feel guilty about cheating on her with her sister for a second, and then you remember all the amazing sex you had with Heather, and her desire, nay need to be dominated by you, to be your slut. Ashley will never want that. She wants a relationship of equals.

When Ashley breaks the kiss, she's panting hard. "Come with me. Mom and Dad won't be home for about 45 minutes." She leads you by the hand toward the stairs up to her room as she unbuttons her uniform shirt. You smile.

A flash catches your eye as you walk down the upstairs hall. You turn and see Heather's grinning face in her bedroom door. She winks at you and licks her lips.

Ashley pulls you inside her room and closes the door. Her shirt is open -- red bra showing -- and she puts your hands on her tits as she embraces and kisses you.

You squeeze her globes firmly, making her moan into your mouth. You slide your hands up to take her shirt off. Ashley is already undoing the clasp on her bra, looking at you with a blaze in her eyes. Her bra pops off, and her boobs wobble erotically, the nipples fat and swollen with need.

You take off your shirt as she drops her pants to the floor. She's wearing red lacy panties that match her bra. You have your pants and boxers off in one fell swoop. You cock points straight at Ashley's panty-covered mound.