Now comes the real thing: deeply embedded within her back hole I start pissing.Now, it’s very hard to piss with a hard-on, so it’s more of a trick...e than a stream, but I persist. Slowly, my little sister’s dark hole fills up with my nectar (I’m omitting the chocolate/vanilla puns here). I didn’t tell Anna beforehand what I was going to do, but judging from a surprised guttural moan she quickly figures it out. She arches her back and uses her fingers to pinch her nipples, so I guess she likes. Lou blinked. “I ... our favorite pastime isn’t puns, it’s...” He blushed.“Fucking?” Beatrice chuckled, softly. “No, my dear husband, it is puns, for after all, every time you think how much you love me...” She wriggled, then squirmed, then sat backwards, so that she could gesture to her curvaceous, black and yellow body. “You are thinking: Oh my goodness, how much I do love...” She paused. “Bee-atrice. Ergo, a pun.” She grinned. “And fucking, our second favorite pastime, is not a pastime at. ” Sarah was suddenly uneasy with the direction the conversation was headed. This wasn’t how things were supposed to work. She was supposed to drive the cart, direct the conversation in the direction she wanted it to go and this short woman wasn’t playing by the rules. This would never do. “And what are your objectives and goals, Joan?” There. Back in control again. “Short term? To finish this wine and then go home with you. Long term? To see which of us quits first.” Sarah was knocked off her. She was murmuring to herself, making little cooing sounds. Tom was desperate to touch her now. He wanted to rip her skirt off and bury his nose between those two globes. He wanted to grab her hips and pull her back against his face as he bit and nibbled at her cheeks. He wanted to slide a hand under her, running it over her pussy, feeling her lips open to him as her wetness covered his hand. But he still couldn’t move his hands or order - beg - Lexi to take off the skirt, or turn and face him,.