Around Clear Wells, the ground was mostly rolling grassy plains with a few spots of sand and rocks. That was ideal for the motorcycle supplied by Repl...cator. I as an experienced rider, so I expected to operate without difficulty. From the Comanches’ point of view, I popped into view about 400 yards away from them. My motor was already running, but it was electric and silent, so it told the Indians nothing.I was also using the energy pistol, so there was no noise when I fired. I simply pointed. ” “What were you doing?” “I just stared at her.” It was obvious John had told Stacey that we were doing this after I watched the digital recording. Why else would a woman who barely knew my wife do something like this in front of her? My cock was throbbing thinking about Stacey spraying her panties in the restroom of the restaurant we were just visiting. And, to think my wife watched it only a few feet away. My head was almost spinning. “Did you like it?” I asked, having trouble getting the. “What did I do, sis?” he asked in a small voice. “I’m already sorry and I don’t even know what happened.” Georgia slid over and took his hand. “Kris” she asked quietly “what did you see when you walked in on Kat and I in the family room this afternoon?” Kris blushed furiously and swallowed hard as he looked up. “Nuthin’” he lied, trying to avoid this conversation. I stood up and moved around behind him, resting my hand on his shoulder. “C’mon, little brother, spill it” I teased. “We know you. I shuddered at the feeling of her bare skin against mine, the heat of fuck still radiating from her, and her curves gently pressing into my tiny frame. She pushed me away, down toward her pussy- and blame the tequila or the sex that was swirling all around us that night, or just my attraction to Ashley maybe- but I started to kiss her pussy with no hesitation, recognizing the tang of pussy juice, having tasted my own, but excited by the spicy tang of someone new. My tongue easily slipped inside.