I had to losen my pants to give my hard, sore cock room to breath. Next she took her dildo. Actually, its a double dildo about 16" long and about 1 1/..." thick. "Put some lube on it for me." Who was I to disagree? She slid the thick rubber cock into her pussy. I looked at her ass and saw the black wire from the buried bullet. She worked the dildo in and out of her pussy. I took pictures. "Do it for me." I looked at her. Her eyes were pleading. I set the camera down and grabbed the big rubber. ”“No, say it,” he said. Say it. Say it, Hannah. Say it.“I was thinking ... would it help if I masturbated as well?”“Yes,” he said, and I felt a surge of pleasure. It would definitely help. I was helping my brother. That’s why I was here. I was here to help my brother.“Great,” I said, as casually as I could, and slipped my hand into my already-soaked panties.Without even meaning to, I found my rhythm matching my brother’s, and we sat there for another fifteen minutes or so, his hand stroking up. ”Thomas was the first to respond and explained that he had been brought up by Catholic nuns in Goa and had been baptised with the name of the apostle. Rachel smiled and said that her name was was also biblical although she didn’t think that her parents had Jacob’s wife in mind when they named her Rachel, but had called her after her maternal grandmother.Very little was said while they were eating, apart from words of appreciation for the excellence of the food, but once they were sitting in. I told Marion she was a really beautiful person inside as well as out and I couldn't imagine living without her. I told her I had bought all my old school photographs to show her and she would love giving me a good caning after she had seen them.I went downstairs to get my bag and when I returned there was my beautiful Marion with her face contorted while a rabbit dildo was pumping inside her dripping pussy vigorously. She was moaning had tears in her eyes and was crying while screaming my.