The same thoughts must have gone through their minds as had went through my mind."I guess your right," Pam said, breaking the silence."You are like a ...rother," grinned Maggie slowly turning to a look of bewilderment. Like a brother, have sex with your brother that is sick. Well to have sex with your sister, that is ... well ... I guess it is Ok to have sex with your brother."What if your the winner?" asks Trish."This rule works no matter who wins," explains Mark. "All four of you would be. "My god, that feels so good," I said eventually. "Are you okay?" No. Not at all. But don't stop. I want you to finish."The look on her face was pure agony and straining tension, like I'd knifed her or something and was twisting it around inside her."It looks like it's killing you." It's ... Ah! ... feels like ... burning ... and tearing ... I can't even ... Ow!" And you still want me to keep going!?" Just go easy... 'kay?" I'm sorry, Sheila. I wanted this to be wonderful for you." The pain's. Scarlett Johansson is fingering her wet pussy with three fingers now. Her other hand tugs on her nipples, first one, then the other. She knows she's moaning too loud, but it feels so good, so dirty, so nasty. She spreads her legs more and squats down a little, fucking herself hard with her fingers. Her hands are wet to the wrist from her dripping pussy. Oh, she wants to cum so bad. She begins bouncing up and down a little, thrusting down onto her own hand, her palm rubbing hard against her clit. I'm only going to fuck a few guys but I'll tell you about it when I get home." I thought she was just trying to tease me again so I replied, "Enjoy that babe, I'm sure you'll find some big dick in Vegas to enjoy. Send me pictures!" Later that night, she was supposed to text me when she arrived in Vegas. However I never received a text. My mind was racing thinking of all the possible things she could be doing. Then, finally I received a text message at 1am. She sent me a picture of the back of.