At the same time I wanted to tell my wife I'd seen her fucking with that guy and say I liked it, too, was thrilled with the secret, with the fact that...my wife be fucking other men, but ignoring I already know she's a bitch.But I wonder if that was not an isolated event, given the circumstances. After all, we had already drunk enough, she was quite drunk and location favored sexual arousal. She could have acted on impulse, contrary to the normal conduct. When I thought so, I confess I was sad. .I couldn't see him clearly on the screen... only his black leather form through the plastic that was covering my eyes...I was told to throw the two end of the rope over the main beam in the basement.... then down between the waist belt and my back..... I did that.... he was telling me I was a good gurl.... my head was spinning...I fed the rope down as directed.... I was told the stand with my legs together... then wrap the rope around my ankles... several times... then between them. ... "God, I wish I had more hands to play with my tits."That sounded like an invitation, but her clit hand left her pleasure to swat my hand away. "Andy," she admonished me, "I said no touching." So I settled back to enjoy the view, take in the show. I stroked my cock in gentle admiration, appreciation. It was the most amazing sight I'd ever seen. My hot little sister working herself into a frenzy; I managed to hold off when she went over the top. Panting at the passing scenery.I slowed way down. "Soon, Baby! Soon!" I told her, feeling that sensation in my cock that signalled the release of my seed soon. A few more strokes, and my sister shoving herself against the base of my shaft, and I was right at that edge."God, Tandra! I'm gonna..."As I felt that first eruption, my sister's ass seemed to clamp on me tight enough to crush my manhood as she began to shiver and tremble. Then her sphincter seemed to pulse, and with each one, I jetted another stream of seed into her bowel."Oh God,.