And to ensure everybody had a chance to take a day off if they were too tired or too sore to fuck anymore, if you were wearing pants with a belt, you ...ere off limits.Much to my own shock, I hadn't worn a belt around the house since we set the rule.I was managing to keep up with the boys and my four-fucks-per-day were becoming routine. Ivan's high-protein, low-sugar meals were probably helping keep us all in good shape and high energy. And I wasn't sure how, but I suspected he'd found a way to. Laying upon me, he flexed his abdomen, and curled his knees, lifting my hips until my body was bent, and my knees were tilted back, my shins now level. Cradled like this, I was indeed now helpless, as if I would want to stop his advances. My knees parted wider for him, as he lay his equipment atop my belly, the thick, black shaft almost leering at me with its slit as my eyes were drawn to it. The feeling it on my skin, warm and pulsing, almost like an alien tentacle, was also something I. “Can you help me a sec”? Both women panicked and started to cover their boobs with their hands. “How sweet, but did I say you could do that” they dropped their hands to the side.“Fuck me” they heard, announcing the arrival of the barman, who was standing, open mouthed, confused as to whose boobs to leer at first, “how’d you do that” “Secret, now help me with the table, and I might let you play.” The barman nodded and helped move the heavy table out of the way, and moved both seats to a. Charlie saw how Sandy was dressed. He turned and looked at Bob who was mostly bare too, wearing only a pair of cutoffs. "Uh ... am I interrupting something," he asked.Sandy didn't understand the question. She turned quickly in Charlie's direction. "What," she said. Then looking at herself she added, "Oh, I get it. No, of course not, he's my cousin." Yeah, well that cousin stuff doesn't always make a difference," Charlie observed."Well, it does in this case. We've even gone one step further..