It was an old, 1880s era brick mansion, complete with a porte cochere. Inside, I was using one of Jim’s many planners to manage the renovation of th... old house. It was about to become a shelter. In order to shield myself from liability, I was the owner but the Community Services Foundation leased it from me. With money I donated to them. This project had put quite a dent in my liquid capital, but I didn’t want the property mortgaged as we approached the turn of the millennium.I had to wonder if. . just for a minute... let me?" Be careful, Joe... it's OK tonight... I just finished my period... but... " and she didn't complete whatever she planned to say as I directed my knob between the soft, swollen lower lips. "Haannhhh," she sighed as I entered the snug, wet well, thrilling to the feel of her velvety cuntflesh surrounding my tool. "Unngh!" she grunted with a hot outrush of breath when the head of my cock bumped her cervix and, with a firm lunge, I embedded the last inch of thick cock. .I felt my blood oozing from my damaged pussy it dripped from the pussy lock slowly he took some more pictures of his handiwork then got up and went to another cabinet he came back with a spray can it was Bactine a spray to prevent infection and he sprayed it liberally on my tits and all over my pussy as the medicine cleansed the wounds it burned like fire I bucked and squirmed in my ropes as the torment continued until finally it stopped he came and took the gag from my mouth I breathed. When I was out, she flopped down to one side and lay there with a very satisfied smile on her face. I laid back on the opposite side of the couch looking at my sister, my cock still rock hard and dripping wet and called her over to me with a finger. Misha smiled and crawled across the couch to me like a little cat with her perfect little ass high in the air. As she reached me, she climbed up on top to straddle me. Misha had a little more hair than Grace on her mound but it was still.