It was she who convinced old HW to start the 5225 project: What else could the childless couple leave behind, after all, that would really MEAN someth...ng? So she got the money, continued to provide the monetary support for 5225, and set about to collect a 'necessary' mercenary force, all without the tedious meddling influence of H. Worthington Armstrong.Today, in the first floor apartment that she called an office, she punched up the buttons to return her 'source' to resting state, clicked off. The next morning my aunt called Mary Lou and me into her room and told us that she had seen what we were up to the night before, but that she wasconcerned that we were corrupting her younger daughters before they might be ready for sex. We assured her that they seemed to enjoy it as much as we did, so she said it would be okay for us to play with one another out in the open.Then she hugged both of us to her ample breast, and let us feel theirsoftness as we leaned into her and she caressed our. I wanted him and it I could feel Anthony guiding his cock to my hole. Again, I did not even know this guy’s name. He started fucking my hole like a bunny. He was a good six inches long but not very thick. He was fucking me fast as I held my weight off him with my forearms and knees. I could tell Anthony was spreading the guy’s legs and I was spreading mine. He loved watching me be fucked. He was standing behind us encouraging the fuck. With no warning I felt Anthony plow into my ass. . .it just...felt so good.Mike seemed to be thinking somewhere along those same lines. Soon after, I started to feel him stiffen against me. We looked into each others eyes once more, then I started to lean closer to him. I grazes my lips against his. I could hear a small groan escape Mike's hungry throat. He reached out his strong arms, placed one hand on my lower back and one on my neck pulling me closer to him placing his lips onto mine. I never wanted him to let go. I opened my mouth inviting.