I heard Steph moan slightly. I still had my eyes closed and I could sense movement on both sides of my head. I was sure Steph was on one side and our ...oyeur was on the other side. Then I could hear the unmistakeable sound of Steph as she licked and sucked our friend's cock.The sound paused for a moment and Steph told me to open my eyes. When I did I was greeted by the amazing sight of Steph with her hand around his cock and the head of his cock in her mouth and all of this was happening about. He began tothrust in and out, smacking her ass occasionally as hewent.Abby moaned loudly as James fucked her from behind. Hermoans made him fuck her harder, faster. You could’veheard the sound of his hips crashing into her if you’dbeen in the next room.“Come on, James,” she said. “This isn’t it. This isn’tyour fantasy.”“You’re right,” he said, almost out of breath but stillpumping away inside of her. “It’s. ‘Never let them see you sweat’. ‘Damn the torpedoes’. But of course in my soul I am as I have always been. A writer. So taking advice from the wordsmiths before me I finally settled on taking the Bard’s advice, ‘To thine own self be true’. Final closing argument came with these words, from John Greenleaf Whittier ‘Of all sad words of tongue or pen, the saddest are these, ‘It might have been.”. And so… This ‘is my story and I’m sticking to it’. Time to ‘cum clean’ but! If you’ve learned. She raised herself up on her elbows and admired her brother's handsome, muscular body as he mixed their drinks. He turned toward her, his eyes widening at the erotic picture she made there on the mattress, her legs wide open and her pussy looking wet and inviting.Greg handed his sister her glass and settled down next to her again, quickly downing a good half of his strong drink. Barbara did the same and the two youngsters grinned at each other as the liquor turned them both on."You sure look.