Apparently there’s an American website where women recount their experiences, and name and shame the men. I realised that I had never thought about ...he fact that you might be hit on, groped, flirted with, but wouldn’t want to tell me about it because you were embarrassed. So, have you?” Oscar asked, crossing his fingers under the covers and hoping for a hit. “Well, sort of...I suppose,” she replied, hesitantly. “There, I knew it. I was right to be worried. Please tell me about it, don’t be shy.. The next day was a different story. A man from a private messenger service turned up and asked for the disc. I scanned him, and he knew nothing beyond the fact that he was to pick up a small package and to deliver it to an address in Marietta, an Atlanta suburb.As soon as the messenger left the Conner & Conner Consultants offices in Montgomery, Ann and I flew to Marietta to check out the address in question. As expected, we found an empty building. A few hours later, the messenger showed up and. He put his hands on my shoulders, propped himself up and then really started to lay the pipe to my pussy. The sensation was wonderful....I felt him going in and out, and grunting and groaning and I could only think that this is what I was made for...a male cum dump. Fuck! It was amazing!I heard the person who was fucking me slurping on something as he pounded my hole and could only imagine that he was sucking a cock.Things switched into high gear when I heard my fucker moaning like no one I. I showered and changed and went to meet them at the club. What a party it was. Shama was wearing a tight low T shirt accentuating her full round tits. And a shiny black skirt which showed off her shapely legs and thighs. I throbbed. What a sick fuck I thought. Me getting turned on by my own sister, and not even her friends. I got a drink from the bar and then checked out the crowd. I was not attracted to my sisters friends, and they were doing their own thing anyway. I loved watching the.