” was all I could muster. With that, he mounted the table, straddling my upturned ass. I could feel his hair low-hanging balls and that cold cock pi...rcing against my ass. I shivered as he leaned forward and ran his elbows up and down my back. I was in heaven, practically putty in his hands.After a few strokes, I felt the head of Brendan's cock at my ass. “You okay with me teasing your, hole, man? You know I'm POZ, right?” “Right....,” I muttered back. I myself wasn't sure if I was answering. Instead of geting upset i reach down my silk sheets and remove my panties and start to rub my pussy. the thought of seeing my husband cock and my sister watching turned me on my pussy is so wet my nippples are hard. my sister likes his big cock. i continue to watch her rub her pussy sudenly my husband looks towards the door and sees her standing there she goes to run and he runs and stops her. there she is with an embarrased look on her face i can still see my husband hard cock. she turns red. “Professor Smith,” she cooed, “You are early. I have been waiting for you.” He was struck dumb. What do you say to a nude Arab beauty that has been pleasuring herself before your very eyes for who knows how long? “Uhh–uhh–yes…” was all he was finally able to stammer, his voice more of a frog’s croak than a human vocal instrument. “I didn’t–uh–didn’t mean to interrupt.” “Oh, not at all,”. At some point I must have dozed off, because all of a sudden I wasblinking in confusion at the image in front of me, my eyes watering alittle and a sense of time having passed. I glanced out the window andit did seem to be a little later in the day. I looked back to see wherethe process was up to. Oh yes, just finishing off the eyes - and thentime for the lipstick. Once the choker and earrings had been added, itwas on to the clothes, and possibly my favourite part - seeing the blacknylon.