"Tyrese followed us back to the car and they got in the back—I was about to drive my wife and her new lover back to our house so they could do whate...er they wanted. Was I okay with that? Was that what I really wanted after it'd become a reality?I tried to pull my wife aside and tell her I wasn't comfortable, but she knew what I was about to say and, in front of Tyrese, she took my hand and made me feel her very wet—soaking—pussy (I'd never felt her that wet) and made sure to point out to. "I've warned her so many times to watch it. She has a mouth and pushes the limits at every turn. I know she is just your younger step sister, but I'm sure you have some instincts to protect her. I can't blame you for that, but I'm asking you to keep her in this house for the weekend," he explained before he leaned towards me. "I'll do my best, Brian." He turned to her. "I love you to death, Jessa, but I've had it. If he gives me an even slightly bad report about this weekend, then you are just. My body moves with a fluid wave like motion. Each time I grind forwards I thrust my hips up. The movements makes my cock buck and bounce around from side to side, hitting each thigh in turn. Tyler moves his hips in rhythm with mine, creating a perfect harmony between my ass and his cock. We keep this up for several minutes, until I am glistening in a sheen of sweat and my hair is plastered to my forehead. I begin to feel that deep pleasure building again. I slow down. “Sit up, baby,” I say. As. We’ll set up umbrellas so people won’t fry or die of skin cancer. How’s that?” He sat back, a satisfied grin creasing his smooth features. He knew he had her. “I still can’t believe you came up with the idea.” Casey said sarcastically. “You know, if we weren’t friends forever I’d be insulted.” Leander pouted, his full lips jutting out comically. “You know I love you, Leander,” Casey cooed. “Oh, sure, when you want something. Right?” “Well, what better time to love somebody?” Casey said smiling.