My back was facing my husband who was making himself another coffee, so he didn't see what Phillip was doing.I couldn't stop myself, I let out a cry, ...Oh, my God."Phillip was touching the naked flesh of my boobs, he was gently pinching my hard nipples; all this while my husband was in the same room!"They feel even nicer like this," Phillip commented.My eyes were closed at this point. I remember thinking that I never wanted him to stop. I was in ecstasy, I didn't care that my husband was in the. My ankle was broke off my leg and my leg was broken. It was also my driving foot/leg. But I no longer had a car anyway. So I took the bus on a 9 hour trip. Because there had been a brutal murder on the bus where some dude nearly severed the head off someone on the bus with a butter knife or some say a plastic serrated butter knife, the security is almost as strick as any Airport now. I had a full leg cast and was not allowed to put any weight on that leg whatsoever. But I wasn't allowed. She never let me fuck her ass though, although looking back she wish she had since I hadn't developed and was much smaller than now obviously. Growing up with an older sister who was a whore she had a huge wealth of information at her hands that she took advantage of. She learned all sorts of different positions and tons of other sexual knowledge that we only dream about when just starting out. She went to a private school throughout middle school, but we wound up at the same high school.. His back muscles tightening. “Fuck!”His back arched. Mother’s cheeks bulged. Cum spilled out of the corners of her mouth, running pearly down her face. It was so obscene. I jammed my fingers deep into my sister’s assholes. I made my twin whimper as we witnessed my mother guzzling down so much spunk.She gulped down as he growled. He gripped her hair tight as he pumped her mouth full of cum. A dizzy wave washed through me. I pressed my face against the closet, my heart pounding so hard as Clint.