My sister is nine years older then me and we were never very close while we were growing up. However, there was this one memory of us being alone in t...e house one day, and while I can not really remember just how we ended up on her bed, with both of us naked, and my sister on top of me, I just remember that it felt so dam good. As I sit here remembering how I felt as she slit her fingers in and out of my young tight fuck hole, I am getting turned on all over again. My sister had the best. ‘There go Carl ‘n’ Sunny. Wish I had what they have.’”“We can do that, baby. Starting with the job we’re on.”“Uh, yeah ... word is, first, you’re a lucky dog, and second, I could’ve done better, where ‘better’ is usually defined as the jealous guy doing the talking.”That’s what we went back to, bright and early Monday morning. We’re at the ‘function test’ stage of the game, which means we’re getting close to wrapping up.It’s a cooperative effort. A couple of handheld radios take care of us. Michelle is quite the technocrat now, proficiently servicing them one after the other. At first you wonder if she has been psychically annihilated but then it becomes evident that she has adapted to what is essentially tiring manual labour. It’s now work for her. A strong stomach needed for sure, its icky but no anal gang bang. Michelle can do this without climbing into a warm bath afterwards and bleeding out. Accordingly, they know she can handle it now so it all gets rougher, the men. ..” She then shut her mouth to stifle her orgasm. She didn’t want to wake her daughters. Marsha had never felt such an orgasm.Sunday, her daughters left to visit with their friends. She rushed into the den and brought up another video, this time there were three black men with what appeared to her as monster cocks. They took turns fucking a white blonde. Marsha noticed that the woman had wedding rings on her finger and she kept screaming, “Bigger than my husband.” She referred to her.