."You may serve dinner now!" Fenny called to Tricha.Reluctantly my sister entered and she almost dropped the tray she had in her hands when she saw us..."B-b-but..." What? Objections?" N-no."Patricia bowed her head and served first my wife and than me. I must admit that I had some trouble getting any salad on my plate since my eyes were glued on my sisters breasts. They hardly moved as she bent down putting the plate of salad in front of me and when she served me wine her right breast tightened. As humiliating as it was going to be, it was the end of a long day and I didn't have the energy to fight with them.Of course, I knew that I didn't deserve it and that they had no right to do it, but amazingly enough, I loved them and I was willing to go along - because they wanted me to. After all, it wasn't like I had never been spanked - although it had been at least two years. I wasn't afraid. I knew I could take it.They didn't give me a chance.When I got within range, Mom caught me by. It was the idea of failure. And then I'd turned around, against my own self-imposed rules, and now I'd been heavily involved in a very sexual relationship with a married woman.No! Scratch that! I was heavily involved, and it was MORE than sex. I wasn't a horn-dog grabbing his erection at the thought of meeting Brenda on one of our strangely synchronized out of town forays. I was looking forward to sitting across the table from her, talking, seeing the eyes alternately soften, then flash, then. While her hand clasped Ethan’s cock, she got up on top of him again, so that he could lick and play with her pussy as well, as she worked his cock up and down and then wrapped her lips around it. He wanted her red lipstick around his cock for a photo to keep. Sam was now sitting in front of them, clicking away at ever move she made. Ethan made small moans when Latisha gave special attention to the soft spot at the tip of his cock. She knew it is very sensitive and that he could feel every move..