Beads of sweat glistened on her wet pussy. I pretended not to notice and got on finishing the job in hand. The only giveaway was my raging hard-on i... my tight jeans. "There you go Steph" I said "That's the job done". "Thanks Jim" said Stephanie "Why don't you pop into the house and I'll fix up you some cake I just baked for Lionel". We had a quick coffee and some cake and I was about to make my excuses when Steph asked for one more favour. The washing machine was leaking from the back. It seemed somehow inappropriate now that she was with David. We kissed but it was in a brotherly sisterly way rather than passionately as we'd done previously. My cock made its presence felt. I knew there was no way she'd be unaware of it."I can't do anything with you," she sighed sadly."I know," I admitted.After a tender few minutes, she slipped away. "I'll see you tomorrow night."I nodded and watched her leave with deep sadness.I tried my utmost to get into the swing, but my anguish prevented. I heard a chuckle as a singular lightbulb turned on above me. Despite how dim it was, it actually hurt my eyes. A shadow of a head appeared over me. It took my sore eyes a moment to adjust. It was Emily and she had a smirk on her face, only this time, it made her both adorable and terrifying. Did you have a nice nap, sleepy head? she teased. I could only manage a groan. I looked down at my body. I was naked and bound with rope on the table I had recently put together. My eyes wondered to see I. Stephanie was now grinding her swollen muff against my face. She reached back, grabbed a cheek and spread it even wider, giving me greater access. I planted my face deeper inside her as her gyrations became more deliberate. “You are trying to make me cum aren’t you?” She groaned. “Do you want to cum?” “Yes but not yet, you feel soooo good!” She exclaimed, taking her hand away from her cheek and grabbing my head with it forcing me even deeper inside her. “Are you ready to fuck me with that.