Damn, Girl - you look so fucking hot sitting on your brother’s cock like that. Spread your legs wide - both of you. I want some pics - and I want to...kiss your pussy, Rachel. Would you mind if I kiss your pussy? PLEASE SAY YES, I LOVE PUSSY.” Linda begged.“Kiss my pussy. Kiss Guy’s cock, too. OH FUCK YES - Kiss me all over down there. Suck my clitty too, I love the way you make my pussy feel... “Rhonda, kiss Guy - and I’ll get off his cock to let both of you fuck my brother as soon as I get. None of this matters to him. He has absolutely no interest in the young women thrust at him. Their self-interest and insensitivity makes him cold. None can match his first wife or Betty in character. And, of course, his libidinous needs are met every time, and better than any woman in existence. Even though his wife had been passionate and ever inventive, she couldn't match Betty in bed.She delays her confession for several moments, her mouth bringing his cock to hardness so that it can fill. ."Dr. Wills handed me a stack of files. I stood up and began passing them out to the committee members. When I reached Mortenson and Bustamante I handed them their files and upped the amplitude of the guilt I was sending. Looking into his eyes I saw something there that caused an image to flash across my mind for an instant. It might have been the arrogance in him, or the feelings of superiority he harbored, but I finally realized why he looked so familiar.Taking a seat behind Mr. Jones I. After half an hour of weight-shifting and then (eventually) a little what-do-you-do and ain’t-it-hot talk with the guys around me, our hostess arrives at last. She’s changed from the casual clothes she had on when she greeted us at the front door, ticked our names off the list and sent us through into this part of the house. The brunette is wearing a figure-hugging black dress and heels - much sexier! I assume that hosting duties will prevent her from taking part in tonight’s proceedings, but.