"I bit the plastic and moaned into the room."It's so poetic, me finding you this way. I gave myself to her. Not like this. But I let her take me. Let ...er grab my hair. Hiss in my ear that I was her—" she bent within an inch of my ear, "filthy slut while she fucked me."The air arced as she stood and lashed my tits. I howled, heat rippling to my pussy that drooled its appreciation a moment before she thrashed it. I twisted in the bonds, gasping and mewling, a distant voice—mine—yelling,. . ." We both moaned in unison as we tasted the sweetness of our mixed nectar. She smiled at me and went back to rubbing my clit while her other hand fell onto my attention-craving nipple. "Ohhhh fuck yes Sarah. . . you are making me soo hot right now. . ." She picked up speed in both processes, and I could feel myself going over the edge. She knew it too, we did this too often for us not to know. "Mmm Ally are you enjoying this as much as I am?" She purred.My shallow breathing was getting even. Oh, and thank you for that,” Becky told me mysteriously as we ate.“For what?” I wondered.“Calling me ‘babe.’ I like the sound of that. You did it in a flash of anger, too, meaning that you’re too emotional to be insincere right then. And for the fact that you didn’t deny that you would have worn the Union blue, not the Confederate gray. That means a lot to me, in all seriousness,” my sister explained as she began playing tonsil hockey with me.“Well, I mean, it’s wrong to sell people like you’d. Abdullah stayed setting in the cooling darkness for a long time replaying the events that had transpired between he and this young European married couple; and especially with the fact that Mara was pregnant with HIS c***d (not Tomas'), made him both happy, excited, proud, and yes, a little wistful; because he would likely never be able to see his tenth c***d, 'in the flesh', as they say. It was a bitter/sweet sensation, and yet he did not regret having impregnated Mara. He'd never regret.