Then he moved quietly from the room, tucking his useless prick back into his pants. There was no point in staying now. His cock and balls were drained... and with that huge dog prick, Karen would have little use for a man's tongue. There was no point in letting her know that her depraved dog-fucking had been witnessed.Sad and sorrowful, the pitiful premature ejaculator let himself out of the apartment, and limp-pricked and empty-balled, returned to the bar to drown his grief.And he was right,. I couldn't stop pacing the bedroom. I couldn't live this way. I was used to being the one in control. Now Fanny had 'the hammer' and she was driving. I had to figure out a way to regain control. The only thing was... she was sweet. Her breast milk and her pussy tasted great, she was a great fuck, and she gave good head. I'd like to keep my access open to all that, despite the guilt feelings about Kate; despite the price I was being forced to pay.I was twenty five years older than Fanny. I. I sat down in my Barcalounger in the living room, to catch up on things on Facebook and the internet. For some unknown reason, I decided to check and see if our new house guest had a Facebook page. I looked up Jose, my construction Superintendent, and the brother to Maribel and from there, I found Maribel’s Facebook page. Her page had a few photos on it, but had not been updated in months, or so I thought, since most of her postings were not marked for public viewing. I sent Maribel a Facebook. But she was my sister. But I checked the size anyway: 36C. Not that surprising, she had good cleavage and an athletic body to match. I knew this because she spent most of the morning in her underwear and trust me, she had good tits, ass, legs, the whole works. Cut it Craig, She's your sister...thinking that is just weird man.... Even so...it was hard to get the image of creamy firm breasts out of your head regardless who they belonged to. Suddenly Jill, my sister, came into the room and I.