The guys always pulled out and none of them had finished inside me. Except for Rodney. Rodney, on several occasions, had cum inside me.“You let Rod ...inish inside you? But that’s so risky. You’ve never even let me finish inside you because we wanted to hold off on having a kid ... what if he gets you pregnant?”I considered my husband’s words carefully. Would I carry Rodney’s child to term? Would I have his baby? In truth, I had thought about this a lot. The idea sounds absolutely mental, but. I put my face between her tits and started massaging and licking them all over. They felt so smooth and soft yet firm. My other hand slipped between her thighs and found her wet patch. Her breath got faster as she rubbed my manhood faster and faster. I pulled out my rock and she stroked hard and fast while she slipped her other hand inside to scratch my other nipple! Our moaning got louder as I slipped my hand onto her soaked pussy lips. While massaging her pussy, my palm gently rubbed her. The wild nature of your body was evident. You clasped at her frantically as she slipped under your arms, sailing into the middle of the floor again. She shook and shimmied, watching you over her shoulder, the muscles in her back sliding neatly one after the other, clearly visible in her backless halter. Slowly, deliberately she leant down touching the floor between her feet, showing you the prize that lay between them, totally oblivious to the rest of the room, to me, watching just as intently.. Finally, the orgasm released her, and she screamed. She relaxed her grip on her brother, and he jerked his head to the side so he could breathe, but she grabbed his head again when another contraction hit her, and a second later another struck - and another. On and on, one pulsating grip followed the other, and she jerked with each assault, whimpering between the pulsations. She didn't know pleasure of such magnitude could exist. At last, she calmed with only soft pulsations striking her, each.