“Jesus,” Emma explained, “does my crying on you make you hard?” It sounded harsh since she was still sobbing a bit, but she had forced a smile...so I would know she was joking.“Hey, for the record, I was already hard when you got here,” I said defending myself. “We were kind of in the middle of things when you called.”I realized what I had just said and immediately back-pedaled. “Not that I mind that you called! Like Jess said, we will help you at any time!”“Well ... If I interrupted things,. Then Michael farted. Michael's fart was very stinky, like fresh shit, but he had not told me I could stop smelling his butt yet, so I kept smelling. Michael farted three more times before he let me stop sniffing his butthole.Michael chose truth so I asked him why he had made me smell his butt like that. Michael just laughed and said that he did it because he could. I chose dare again, and this time Michael had me suck his little dick. "Suck my dick," Michael started, "Until I tell you to stop.. Her sphincter was trying desperately to push the cock out and in doing so intensified the feeling for Emma. Emma was now crying, she went silent for a second though and just concentrated on the feeling in her anus and suddenly she felt a slight wetness in her crotch. Was she aroused at her sisters brutal anal rape? She couldnt be could she? Emma felt Rachel reach over to the desk and then underneath her thrusting al the while. This oughta quicken things Rachel said. She pushed a large metal. After greetings, some chit chats while both Monica and Nigel would be sitting beside each other at the headboard of the bed and me always pulling up a chair, either Monica was already in her lingerie with Nigel's hand caressing her inner thighs or she went to put them on returning to him and they would start at each other.Straight into passionate kissing, tongues in each others mouths, heads rolling as they deep tongue kissed then Nigel would put his hand into my wife's little panties caressing.