I was harder than ever now and happily consented. Perhaps Cassandra didn’t know what she was getting herself into, but my libido no longer cared. I ...eeded to fuck something hard and deep after edging for so long. The bed sheets were already soiled with vegetable oil, so I poured it straight out of the bottle onto my throbbing cock. Then I stuck the opening of the bottle into Cassandra’s expecting arsehole and squeezed the rest (several cups’ worth) into her bowels. My stepmom would need all the. ’ I thought Miss Deacon looked stunning, and admired her back as she ran first her eyes and then her hands all over me. She was several years younger than her boss, with a slender figure and smaller, pointy breasts which the tiny bra elevated to jut even more provocatively. She turned to Miss Foster, and then dropped to her knees in front of her and asked: ‘What is your pleasure, my mistress?’ She was ordered to unzip and take down Miss Foster’s skirt, which revealed that the older woman. She loved my ‘willy’ and I loved my little sister!As kids we got on so well together. There was never any fighting. We just seemed to be real buddies which was unusual in an innocent brother and sister relationship. Even our parents’ friends openly marvelled at our unusual behaviour. We just seemed to do everything together and enjoyed each others company. Like most small children we also bathed together. Soon my sister noticed that I had something different and she demanded to know why. My. When he was curled up on his sofa, alone with his laptop, he had imagined what it would be like to have her there beside him, and when he went to bed his thoughts turned much lewder, fantasizing about what they would do together under the sheets. He loved the idea of topping her, despite the clear strength difference in her favor, making her scream his name in the throes of passion.He shivered a little. The last few days he had gone to the gym she hadn’t been there and he was afraid she’d found.