”“It doesn’t hurt,” I assured her. “That skin is called my foreskin and it’s really stretchy.”“I know that,” she snorted. “I’m n...t stupid.”“I didn’t say you were stupid,” I said.“Sure you did. You’ve called me stupid hundreds of times.”I’m telling you all this because it might help you understand how crazy this situation was. There I was, almost naked, with my sister’s hand wrapped around my dong. She was doing something incredibly intimate and yet she could also concentrate on my past. Wet nipples coated with her saliva, glisten as the flames flicker. Arching back, her hands slide down along her ribcage, splaying out to fan across her womanly curves. Long nails scrape against the skin. Leaving thin red lines against the soft white flesh. A sharp intake of breath as the fires of her passion ignite and spark within.Erotic and sensual in each movement, her hands move with a slow delicate touch across her belly, working with intimate knowledge over her body. Feeling His eyes. .. Holy fuck. Holy. Fuck. A butt plug. A huge butt plug. Not novelty-monster huge, but much bigger than my usual medium-sized plug. Wearing this one would be like walking around with Ben's not-insignificant cock shoved up my ass. It was beautiful too. Black and shiny, and suspended from the drawstring was a little crystal pendant, designed to catch the light as it dangled below my wide-stretched ass.Nestled next to it in the box was a tube of lube. I hitched up my skirt and squatted on the. This was going to bequite a night.I pressed Megan closer to me, rubbing my eager baby-maker against hersquirming hips. She had an incredible body, girlish and curvy. Shestruggled against me, I could feel her thighs and hips move underneathher short dress. I ran one hand over her breasts and squeezed them. They were firm and meaty. I felt like spurting right there. She waspanting and trembling with fear. "You do everything I want, or these boys get it, understand?", Iwhispered to.