"Who does that pussy belong to? Tell your little sister who owns that cunt...," he demanded."You do. You own my pussy...my pussy belongs to you....I b...long to you...oh, fuck, give me that cock. I love your big black cock!" she cried.Cindy's fingers were plunging hard into her box and her own breathing was ragged. I knew the sounds Ann often made and I knew she was close to coming as well. As Ann continued to bounce up and down, I could tell they were close to climaxing. Mark leaned his back. Tami wouldn't talk to me because... hell I don't know why Tami wouldn't talk to me, but she wouldn't.Dad was in a bad mood when he came home because he'd gotten a speeding ticket. Mom wasn't much better cause she'd just ridden a hundred miles with Dad. The runt was okay, but that wasn't a lot of help.Then Robbie wasn't on the bus this morning, and the bus was late so I couldn't talk to her before class.Like I said, it had been a bad weekend.I turned and faced the administrator."Just cause. It was beautiful to hold and feel it expand to hardness. His girth was bigger than I’d remembered as I’d been fucking his beautiful nephew all week. A bead of precum started to form and I didn’t want to waste it. I bent down and licked and slurped his sweet nectar from him, surrounding my lips around his mushroom head and allowed his delicious slimy precum coat my mouth. Everything was sliding in and out just beautifully and the taste was sublime. I heard Quim moaning and he bent over me. And at his waist was a wide belt of the same leather to which was attached a cavalryman’s sabre. Sharn looked too comfortable with the weapon’s placement for it to be mere decoration.Whispering a prayer of thanks to Cealie, Samantia walked over to her brother and hugged his stiff body. Pulling back, she mourned once more the lost love between her brother and her, though she did see a softening of his eyes and mouth when he looked up at her.“Still beautiful, sister dearest,” he whispered,.