Jane looked lovingly at me and I saw her eyes were beautiful. She was a fine-grown, voluptuous, large-breasted, comely lady. Oh, Gods! What a heavenly...form! Now I could see her enraptured on its every perfection. She was absolutely perfect in the figure and developed every beauty that ever distinguished the finest statues ever made by God himself and added the rich flesh and blood that makes her a most glorious incarnation of beauty. Then her lovely blonde hair and the whitest skin. Her. I hear him urging her to touch herself and I imagine her hand slipping down between her legs, under her skirt, feeling him as he thrusts into her, his thick white dick and her tight black cunt. She would find her pussy slick with her own juices and eagerly start to rub herself. "Cum for me," she begs him, "I want to feel you unload inside me. Fill me up. Fill me to the brim." I hear the pace quicken, my husband thrusting twice for every beat of the music. He can't stop dancing - even as he. "Jack hesitated, his cock still buried in nice warm pussy. Jill thought it was because he was suspicious she'd run away once he let her go, so she added "I won't run away, I promise."Jack let go of her hips and pulled his cock slowly out of her body. She sighed as it went out ... and out ... and out ... and out, until there was a distinct "Plop" as the suction was broken. Jill suddenly felt very empty. Up to that moment, she had, indeed, planned on trying to talk some sense into her brother.. I went upstairs to find the bedroom door still closed. One last try. I knocked gently. “Anyone want a massage,” I chuckled.“You can come in,” she said in this mousy little voice. The door was unlocked. She was sitting on the bed in a t-shirt and panties. Her dress was on the back of the chair and her heels piled on the floor, her hair down and her eyes red. “Thanks for the sandwich,” she said, not really looking at me.I repeated my apologies as I sat on the bed next to her, rubbing her neck. I.