My sister. My lover."I-I can take it," she whispered into my ear."You can take the whole thing, Monica. Good girl." I am," she gasped against me. "Is ...t good? Do you love that pussy?" I love this fucking pussy," I told her."I love you," she whispered, so low I almost didn't hear. "I love your cock in me," she gasped. "I love it so much. I need it. I need it. I need it!" She continued that mantra, faster and faster, the words rolling into a wild, unending blur as I fucked her harder and harder. Now our sucking continued again. My husband was sucking my boobs and Neeta was sucking my husband's hot rod.We stood up and Neeta was laying on her back now. She spread her legs and thighs and I signaled my husband to suck her tight and almost all un fucked pussy.He sat between her legs and began to suck her pussy. I brought my pelvic over Neeta’s face and pressed my pregnant pussy into Neeta’s mouth. So, Neeta was sucking my pussy while Neeta's pussy was being sucked by my sexy husband.I. I said , please sir wat r u doing? He said , “tum bas late raho aur maza lo,”. I said please leave me.He said , “abhi nahi , abhi to sift suruvat hai” . and he came close to my mouth and kept his lips on mine. Usne apni jaban bahar nikali aur mere hoth pe rub ki. He smooched me. I resisted lot but he grabbed my hair and pull them with force so I opened my mouth and he forced his wet tongue in my mouth. Now he was giving me French kiss. I hesisited but now I lost control and supported his act.. I heard that sickening sound of breaking ice. I watched helplessly as the man disappeared from view.My heart skipped a beat.I had to help him. In my mind, there was no other option.I had asked him earlier if he had a flotation device or some ice picks. He had just laughed at me. It didn't matter. I had to see what I could do.I dialed 911 and then put my phone in the pack on my bike. I looked around for something that I could use to help in the rescue.I pulled my ice spikes out of my pocket. I.