It was an accident when it happened…. well, not exactly an accident. Estevan was supposed to kindle the sacred fire for his household, but being a t...pically rebellious teenaged boy of any culture or century, he intentionally reversed the wording of the ritual. He was alone by the family sacred hearth when he began the task of building a new fire so he was free to mutilate the ritual words. Had his father or mother been there, such disrespect would have brought a severe beating, but he was. It was simple really, as was my room. He had his laptop, some work stuff and a few picture frames scattered around with random photos of our journeys. I picked up a photo that had been taken of my daddy standing next to some statue, but I forgot which one it was. I smiled thinking about him. I loved my daddy more than anyone in this entire world. In fact, he was the only person in this world that I loved or had the ability to love. I would not trade him for anything. Once again, my body was. But we could do it for just a little while and when it is time for them to cum they could sort of switch over. You know..." Sara thought about it for a while and finally said OK. Tom and I almost ran over to the girls. Simultaneously we drew up their legs on our shoulder causing them to slip down on the couch till their asses rested on the edge. With one plunge I had my cock buried in my friend's wife's pussy. As soon as I bottomed out in her I could feel her cuming and she almost wailed as her. It was good-sized, but it felt massive, much bigger than it looked, giving me an incredible feeling of fullness.She moved it rhythmically in and out, getting deeper and deeper as more of the shaft got lubricated by my copious cunt slime. In between thrusts she would occasionally pull it all the way out and lick it, obviously enjoying the taste of our twat juice salad. It was not until she had bitten small bits of it around the top, making it a little thinner and more pointy, that she suddenly.