She'd done it first as a sketch that today hung on my wall, later as an etching that sold for a pretty penny in a local gallery, the same gallery that...displayed the originals of Kathy's series of sculptures of Greg and me demonstrating all the stages and positions of sexual intercourse.The etchings plus bronze reproductions of those statuettes provided Kathy with a respectable income, allowing her to continue her studies wherever she chose, which was usually where Steph was.Greg here?. With my cock in her hand she pushed me to my back then sat up and got over my lap, her knees were on each side of my hips, her cunt centered over my bone. I held it for her while she positioned on it then inched down until she was sitting full on me. I reached up and grabbed a handful of her hair then pulled her down until her tits were mashed my chest. I humped my hips then my sister and I started fucking for real while I locked my mouth on hers again.Erin was heating up fast. The longer she. "Long story," Jeff said. "Very long story, indeed."Jeff and Charlotte passed a look. "It might be better if you started her off with what you know while the two of you pack her things. Diana and the others will finish with the rest of the story. No way is she going to believe it if I tell it here, and ... I need to check with my team, anyway." Pack?" Ada wondered aloud."Neither of you can stay here." Then turning his attention to Charlotte, "Even if the people in that vehicle are not who we. He rubbed his eyes then scratched the stubble on his chin. He knew Lance’s wiley ways, and how sooner or later he’d get it out of him. ‘Get the keys and drive the feed truck in here. Need to get those cows hay and cake.’ Lance looked at his friend for a moment and took a quick assessment of the look on his face. Okay, he wasn’t unhappy but he WAS serious, so something big must have happened. Downing his coffee, he crumpled it up and grabbed the keys hanging on a peg just inside the small tack.