” Stacie robotically responded.She was faking for him. Derrick was a good guy, she definitely didn’t want to hurt his feelings, but she didn’t h...ve an emotional connection to him. He was just sweet, funny, and wasn’t her brother, apparently. As I moved closer to her door, I noticed it wasn’t shut all the way. It was cracked just slightly that I could get a view of my sister on her back, legs spread while a chubby guy pounded his surprisingly thick 6-inch cock into my sister’s dripping. My other hand easily inserts a finger into your love hole as more juices are now flowing making it easy for me to play with your awaiting anus. A moan escapes as you start to buck another orgasm is close.You grab my head and pull it gently up so I may lay next to you. Eagerly you kiss and lick my lips. In araspy voice barely audible you say “your turn”. Now on y back, you swing your leg over my head so you can suck my cock while I continue with your swollen pussy lips in a slow unrushed 69.. As I walk to the bottom of the stairs Ican hear soft moaning comeing from one of the bedrooms. I know that no ones supposed to be home so whos in. Hopefully the wife is having a play with her toys and I can catch her in the act, maybe she will have a play with me watching and wanking and then let me join her.I creep up the stairs hoping to catch her , when I hear a strange voice saying " you like my fingers inside you baby"Oh my god shes got someone with her and its a woman. We have fantasized. . His body disappeared for what seemed an interminable amount of time, then bobbed to the surface amidst the hostile waters, tossing about as if in the middle of an angry mob. His hands flailed in an effort to keep himself above the water’s surface, his body battling against his mind in the will to live, and the river taking sides with his mind. It swept him downstream, tugging at his legs, sapping the strength from them until the man was yanked beneath its surface by unseen hands. He did not.