Jagan was breathing heavily now – and so was his divorced sister. He pistoned his cock frantically then, it happened. With a deep groan, Jagan began...to ejaculate.Thick white cream of sperm began erupting from the engorged cock, touching the wall almost 5 feet ahead of the fisting brother. Shalini simply couldn’t believe her eyes as she watched her brother’s incredible cock throwing fountain of semen, so many times she lost count with a few final strokes, it was over at last. Jagan lay there. ”“You know he’s over 100 years old,” Althea said softly.“That documented?” Martha asked, setting her magnifying glass down. Althea merely nodded, but Martha was able to pick up her silent gesture.“So back to the PK account, then,” Martha said, dismissing the project just that quickly. “I know you’ll stay on top of it because it’s the biggest damn commission I’ve ever seen.”As Althea retrieved the massive Peachy Keen file from her desk, a man in a turtleneck and a bad haircut was stepping into. It had gone far beyond anything that he'd ever imagined as possible. If he hadn't actually been there himself, even he wouldn't have believed it. That Jennie Taylor had been in his garage at all. would have been difficult enough to believe, but her letting him play with her tits, and then touching his dick, that was outside the realm of credulity.She'd also told him that she wanted to walk home with him again tomorrow. He wondered if that meant that she wanted to continue doing stuff with him?. As they often were, the three sisters were as done up as humanly possible, but this time, their attire was far more formal. Their dresses seemed more like ball gowns than simple formal wear, and Miranda was certain that the way they clung tightly at the waist as well as pushing up at the bosom was excruciatingly uncomfortable."What's with the fancy get-up?" inquired Misty, her intuition suddenly sounding an alarm."Oh, like I can't believe we so forgot to tell you, little sister!" laughed.