’ When we were finished she asked what I’d like her to wear to bed, and grinned cheekily when I answered as I pulled back the covers. ‘Just your...skin.’ We slid between the cool sheets and for a few minutes simply cuddled, for both warmth and the sheer pleasure of it. But as our bodies moulded to each other’s the warmth gradually turned to heat and slow, almost absentminded caresses became more insistently purposeful. I slid one hand up the curve of her back, my fingers combing through her still. He began thrusting and grunting, his fat sweaty body laying over her, still in his cream coloured shirt, and his socks. Her body absorbing his rampant thrusts as only a woman`s body can, her arms near her sides fingers gripping her bedding, unable to bring herself to clasp his horrid body as she would a lover.He bent his head forward and he licked her face, not a kiss but a long-tongued lick that told her he was marking her, laying his a****listic slime on her face, saying she was his. His to. One would be able to see her dark brown colour nipples from outside the shirt. Like mother, like daughter, I thought.I was having an instant turn on. My sister smiled at me after seeing my crotch bulge. She knew it from our previous sexual session inside the auto.And finally, we reached our hotels. It was almost evening around 5:30 ish. Our friends got settled and we were having some conversations in the room. My sister left to her flat which was only a few blocks away. Before closing the door. ”“I’m curious, then. Wouldn’t that put Becky off limits?”“Yes,” I said. “It would. But Kara doesn’t trust me. Or Becky. And I think we all understand why that is.”“There are two areas I’d like to explore for the rest of our time, and next week if we need to. And that’s Steve’s apparent blindness to Kara’s feelings, but also how issues like this are communicated amongst the three of you.”The next thirty minutes were mostly uncomfortable as both of my wives relayed a litany of instances where I.