Erin stopped moving and stared up at me, "Huh!? What!? Why ask me that now?" she said in a shocked tone."You know," I went on, "fucking two different ...uys at the same time." I continued to slowly drill my sisters pussy, gyrating my hips on the in-stroke to jazz her clit a little, which drew a gasp and moan from her lips."Of course not!" she nearly spat. "I'm not a whore!" And she began to move to my thrusts once again, closing her eyes."It would be cool though, don't you think?" I asked. "Two. You smile at me, contemplating what I have in mind and say, “Dessert first? I do recall you saying you were famished.” To which I reply with a you’re gonna get fucked tonite smirk, “I AM famished.” Slowly working through the ice cream but quicker through our first glass of wine and on into the second you coolly inch your way closer to me until our thighs are pressed noticeably against each other. The nite has been full of clever comments filled with hints of desire and it is now obvious to. She broke our lip-lock and pulled back, looking up at me. “You know, there’s something I’ve always wanted to try…” She turned toward her husband, saying, “What do you think, sweetie? These two are big, strong, athletic guys; this might be a good opportunity to try that thing we talked about.”He nodded enthusiastically, never breaking his slow, steady, cock-stroking rhythm. “Yeah, sure – why not? I mean, I’ve always assumed that I’d be one of the two guys involved, but you know I love to watch. The exit led to an umbilical tube, which stretched out about fifty yards and came to rest against the airlock of an extremely battered ship. I found myself a bit amazed to realize that this battered wreck had managed to protect any of its crew. My concubines and I made our way along the tube and a moment later I was pushing on the airlock's ingress button.There was a momentary pause and then the airlock cracked open with a hiss. I reached out to help push it open and found myself facing a man.