"What?" I said, my mind struggling to keep up with hers."Nell, my sister you degenerate," she giggled."Yeah of course," I admitted being honest with h...r, "she's not bad looking if a little slim for my tastes." Shall I arrange it then," she half sat up and looked down at me."How are you going to do that?" I asked."Easy really," she smiled, "one she's a slut, two she been fucking Mike, our brother and I seen them doing it and she knows I've seen them. So unless she does what I want I will tell. Yesterday, I poured its contents into a drawer of my newlaundry room. Every kind of small random object might be found in it,from shoelaces and screws to tape and thumb tacks. What if some ofCeline's makeup wound up in there too? I looked in the drawer withoutsuccess until I spotted a pair of long-lost art pencils. The first was asoft gray pastel, but the second turned out to be one of Celine's oldlip pencils, a product called Rimmel Natural. It had a brownish peachycolor with a slight shimmer. He paused between thrusts, but she failed to notice, as she was busy bucking and writhing against him, making up for any lack of movement on his part. John granted her one more slap.A bit harder than the others, causing her to both grunt and groan. Now he felt himself about to come, and took hold of her shoulders. He paused long enough to take a deep breath, then began pounding himself into her, using his free hand to first grip, and then squeeze her hardened, resilient nipple. He bawled out. Then come the firm glides, and circular motions. I start to move with you as if in a dance for survival. (Him)Everything around us slows, and as we lose touch with the elements around us, our passion steals the spotlight of our focus. Your breath, the bead of sweat slowly sliding down your breast, the glazed over look of seduction in your eyes. It all blends together into one sensation. There is no where I would rather be, and I change my angle and tempo to stay in this world we've created as.