But now, I wasn't a k** anymore and wondered why it seemed so dirty now when it was all so innocent as a k**.When we got over to Don's house, he said ...o come on in. I looked around as if I was going to see someone I knew checking up on me. I just couldn't shake this feeling of guilt or shame or whatever it was. Don said I should make myself at home while he went to take a shower. He asked me if I wanted to join him, but I said I would pass. "If you'd feel a bit easier about it, we could both go. I had just entered a tight pussy hole and I was not willing to go slow. I pressed my tool hard and deep and she succumbed to my body pressure with “ahhhhh”. As I would take out my tool and again go back she would exclaim “I love u. Please fuck me; oh please fuck me”.We went on and on where she was crushed in between my broad shoulders as her vagina was getting rammed and hammered, she cooperated fully till we both climaxed and lay there in the same position for sometime; the whole night we. Still with my cock in her hand Sinead began to moan before saying, 'kiss me.' Her voice had taken on a different tone. Reluctantly I disengaged from her swollen nipple and we started to kiss. Sinead still had hold of my cock but with her with her free hand she began to ruffle my hair before stroking her fingertips down my back. As we continued to kiss and Sinead returned to ruffling my hair I felt her grip tighten slightly on my cock. I then let out a little gasp of excitement as again her. “Fifty, sir, thank—“ I gave her an extra one, followed by a couple more. She was expecting them, her sister wasn’t. Christie looked at me like I had robbed her piggy bank. “Nothing about tonight is going to be fair, Christie. She’s been very bad, haven’t you slave?” “Yes, sir.” Tears were running now, but so were the endorphins. I ran my finger down between her cheeks, rudely over her asshole, then between the lips of her pussy. Oh so wet. I spread her lips a little, wetting my finger, then.