I imagined my newest lover waiting for me in the bedroom, waiting to part my legs and sow his seed. But, all that awaited me in my bedroom was a solo ...xperience fueled by a fantasy.I set my things in the living room and made my way to the bedroom. An opened window let in a summer breeze, which filled the room with floral scents from my garden. The aromas masked the smell of strong cologne and perfume left by former companions.I imagined the cologne belonged to my lover, and he was already in. Large, ancient garage doors fronted eight bays, and cars of all description were jammed in, haphazardly. Rows of benches and toolboxes separated the bays, and air lines on reels hung suspended from the ceiling. Filling the last bay was a large box that held windows glazed with chicken-wire reinforced glass, the glass oddly dark. With a small smile of self-congratulation, Lenore realized it was the paint-spraying area, and the windows weren't intentionally painted, but had collected overspray. I loved her so much.“Oh, yes, yes, Charisma,” I moaned. “We’re going to be a futa’s sex slave for a week! We’re going to have so much wild fun.”“Goddess dammit,” she moaned and thrust another finger into my asshole.I shuddered, my bowels gripping down on her digits. Her head turned. Then her lips found mine. My sister kissed me. She fingered my asshole while I rode her clit-dick I moaned into her lips, my body shuddering, clinging to her. My heart raced, my orgasms building and building,. Whatever was penetrating my ass was really starting to hurt now, and although I was kind of enjoying it I wanted it to stop. I tried my best to shout to get Liam to stop, but every time I shouted the penetration got faster and deeper. After what seemed like hours, it suddenly stopped. I was relieved, but quickly began to realise how horny I actually was. My dick was harder than it had ever been before and I was absolutely desparate to cum. Liam spoke for the first time since we'd been on the.