“Oh, you naughty lamia,” I groaned, shifting on the chair, my eyes watching my brother. He spoke, looking animated while the barmaids cleaned his ...punk off Elli’s tits. “He’s telling them about rescuing you, I bet. Making it seem far more heroic and outstanding then it was. He’s a good storyteller.”“He was heroic, Mistress,” Zanyia purred. “He saved me and fought Therek.”I smiled. “Yes, he did.”The lamia lapped through my pussy again. Another shiver ran through my body, my breasts quivering,. On the other I foundwatching someone fuck my wife highly erotic, a fact thatsurprised me. It also pissed me off at myself andrendered me silent. The reason it rendered me silent was because watchingthem had given me a huge hard-on. I habitually wear atee-shirt and boxer shorts to bed, so when my cock gothard it popped out of my boxer shorts. If I would havesaid anything or did anything my hard-on would have beenobvious. I didn’t want anyone to know that watchingsomeone else fuck my wife. Geoffrey had turned sixteen and was a good student as well as helpful around the estate. Besides the great house there were several outbuildings set on two hundred twenty acres of mostly tillable land with a few small forest copses. His father was a banker, having inherited the land, so much of it was rented out to tenant farmers who occupied humble dwellings once used as lodging for employed farmhands.This eldest boy was a curious one and had long wondered where Anna went on her day off. One. She sounded just like her mother when she moaned. My dick felt hard as steel.Wanda sat in only her top watching as I pound her daughter with all my strength. I tried different rhythms until I found one that set Debbie off. Debbie trembled when she came. I wanted to jump for joy, but I hadn't got mine yet.I moved over to Wanda, and she laid out on the sofa. I laid on top of her and slid my dick into her. I long dicked her until I shot my load. Debbie still looked fuckable, so I pulled out and.