Jennifer was feeling somewhat confused. On one hand, she loved Betty as her slave sister and could not imagine her leaving the triad but, on the other...hand, she wanted Paul to acknowledge, and more importantly, make her feel her place as First Girl. Should she talk with Betty, Paul, or both of them together?The girls returned with the food and asked permission to sit at the table. As the three of them ate lunch, the conversation was minimal. Paul sensed something wasn't quite right and let his. I soon realised that he must be pumping into me alternately to feel my breasts rhythmically clenching onto him. It was difficult with the force on and against me, trying so hard to keep wriggling my tongue and keeping his throbbing head inside my wet mouth, but I tried to help by flexing my upper arms against my boobs too, trying to match his rhythm.Suddenly, he gave some immensely deep, stacatto thrusts, uttered soft "Aahh"s, and there was flavour of salty earth and tangy air flooding my mouth. "What about my mom what will" she interrupted me and said "That depends on your mom what she wants to do else join us or not, we will see when she brings lunch out" I was going to ask her what would mom think of her being naked in front of me, but I blew it off and just sat there in the water with my naked aunt.Mom come walking out with a tray of food and sat it on the table, she then turned to me and my aunt and said lunch is served. My aunt hoped out before me and as she was getting out with. Sam watched as she started to rhythmically thrust the toy in and out. Her moaning was driving him crazy. He should be the one making her moan. Although he had to admit watching his wife masturbate was totally turning him on. If it was possible for him to be more so. “Oh yeah! That feels sooooo good! Do you like watching me fuck myself?”Sam just groaned with frustration as his wife appeared to be near her climax.“Ohhhh, I’m gonna cum! This feels sooo good. I love fucking myself. Do you.