I’m still in my dress jacket, my pants are on my left leg together with a shiny, Italian shoe. My underpants are ripped open, exposing my poor littl... man pussy. My left foot have lost the shoe, but my dress socks with garters are in the air together with my dignity – Stephan likes that.Me too.Stephan’s specialty is married family men. He likes the idea that they, after their encounters, stumbling home to wife and k**s with the strong feel of his manhood up their ass and still the taste of man. My wife looked at me for approval and what was I to say in this condition so I nodded and took another gulp of rum. My wife started towards the beggar, when he almost screamed, "hey, hey woman what are you doing? You are dripping wet and if you come inside my blanket you will wet the entire thing and then even I will have nothing to warm up."He was absolutely right there and my wife stopped. She looked really miserable standing in the very unlit bus shelter in the middle of the night. The only. "Oh fuck, yes, what, Cassie?" Oh fuck yes, I like the feeling of my brothers cock inside of me. Fuck me, Tim!" Tell me how much you like is, s*s." I love the feeling, Tim. I've always wanted you to do this, and it feels better than I ever imagined it would feel. God, I love your cock in me, Tim!"I kept fucking my sister, harder and harder, until I could hear my balls painfully slapping against her ass as I thrust into her. I grabbed her tits and squeezed them, feeling the softness of her skin. "You're magic!!"I lick my fingers one more time. Tangier. My dick is super hard and it's her turn to play with it."I can't even get both hands around it." Do you want it in you?" That makes me nervous. I'm a little scared." I don't want to do anything you don't want to do." And not here, there's no way to do it here." There are people walking around. They ignore us mostly but we have to keep stopping the good stuff if we think someone will notice. I can't keep my hands off of her though and I.