As I thrust in and out of Sarah's cunt, the cum began to run all over the sofa, her stockings, her legs our groins. Or tongues were intertwined, locke... in an eternal dance as our bodies writhed together. We both began to furiously rub her clit to bring her to another climax, just before she did she let out a strained cry and told me."Aaahhh....I love him!" I thrust into her hard."I love you both!....aaaahhhhhhhnnnnngggggggg....ffffffuckkkkkk...yeah baby, yeah baby, yeah hhhhhhhhh.... Cum inside. She pulled off the T-shirt and looked in the mirror at herself. Her panties, too practical to begin with and now overly neglected, went straight to the waste bin when she pulled them off. She didn’t think she looked as old as she felt. Unlike most women who had spent their lives on horseback and on ranches, her skin was surprisingly soft and smooth. She had none of that leathery look that most of her friends had. Her pale freckled skin burned too quickly. She couldn’t let herself be exposed. “Why do you need a washrag?” “I’ve got to get these panties off before I stain my slacks and make a mess on this chair. I’ll just use it as a liner.” Sis was grinning ear to ear; “Help yourself, girl.” Retta was still squeezing her thighs together as she waddled to the bathroom.“Buck, I want you but Retta needs to know she’s more than a body slave and cleaning woman. Will you do her?” I was grinning; “Oh, guess I could be talked into it. Are you SURE this is what you both want? If the hubbies. They melted together as Brian rolled sideways so he could relax without worrying about crushing his sister. "Thank you" he whispered.She kissed him lightly and said "I really am worried about you." Do you have ANY idea how much trouble you're going to be in if I get you pregnant?" he asked."I can live with that," she said flatly.Brian felt guilty that he hadn't told her about the OTHER women who had sampled the last of the Thackery seed. "You REALLY don't have to do this ... again." he finished.