There were high stools at the bar, and Sarah laughed as Milly sat on one of them still naked."Do you know what you're sitting on Milly?"My sister look...d down to where a few droplets of water had dripped onto the stool at the apex of her thighs."A stool?" she giggled, but Sarah shook her head and smiled."They're covered with the foreskins of white whales, that sweet little pussy of yours is sitting on the largest prick in the world!"I could see the look of excitement in Milly's eyes as she. My right hand automatically goes between my thigh and balls again, rubbing and kneading the flesh there. My thighs are thicker than before but I don't especially notice. What I do notice is that I'm very sensitive in the spot my right hand is playing with. It's an interesting counter-point to the way my nipple feels. A localized thrum of pleasurable pressure right to my balls versus this jagged bolt from my nipple. I'm moaning and twisting my feet, rubbing my crotch while pinching and rolling. She gently climbed over Paula, straddling her head and facing Ethan. She grabbed Ethan tightly by the arm as she felt Paula’s tongue flick out and tease her clit. She leaned forward and kissed Ethan as Paula continued licking her pussy and he continued driving his cock in and out of Paula over and over again.This all continued for ages as they moved from one position to the next, each taking a turn on the couch, eating, fucking, sucking and driving them each other crazy. They could all feel. ”‘Your great-great-great grandfather was Malcolm Wainwright, Junior. He must’ve been Mabel’s half-brother.”“Holy shit ... I can’t believe it.”“Here’s information on Malcolm Senior ... He was born in Surrey, England, circa eighteen twenty. He came to this country at the age of twelve as an indentured servant.”“That’s like being a slave, himself,” Kit remarked.“Yes, but ... His indenture lasted seven years. A slave’s indenture was life-long. Mom has a note here -- he probably was orphaned..