She had a younger brother Michael – although we hadn’t yet found out if they both were adopted or not.“Is Michael her ‘real brother?’” I a...ked.“No,” was the surprisingly short response, “But she did have a brother, well I should say ... she does have a brother!”Both Karen and Matt looked at me while Karen made that remark.“NO!” I said starting to cry my eyes out, “I didn’t marry my own blood sister? Did I?”They both were crying as Matt handed me the documents that supported what’d been. They were looking at her, but it was like I was the one on the spot.I pushed deeper and deeper into her pussy. And it was so easy since she was so wet. My dick just glided in and out. And her pussy was strong too. I could feel her muscles squeezing all around my dick, and pushing back on my dick too.It was fun watching her squirm, and seeing her fat black ass bounce and wobble as I hit it. Deep inside her pussy I could feel a rough patch rubbing against my dick. I kept rubbing and squishing. Some hours later Fatter knocks on her door with an over night bag and an 12 case of Sam Adams. The night goes very platonic as planned. They finish the last beer and the second blunt for the night after talking over movies that came on TV. It's late so they change into night attire. He changes to a tee and some basket ball shorts and she followed suit. She brings him a blanket and pillows and can't help but notice when he stands up that has FAT DICK imprint in his shorts and is obviously not. A large crowd was watching something. The girl slowly led Grace to the front. What she then saw shocked and excited her at the same time.She stood in front of a large glass wall. Behind the wall was an area covered in cream bathroom tiles with padding on the floor. It was steamy behind the glass. Naked bodies, two deep, covered in oil and sweat, moved through each other like a mass of worms. It was impossible to count them. Naked people entered the room and were gradually being pulled under by.