"These rings on your outfit are so you can be suspended, and this strap around your waist has a grip for whoever is fucking your ass, so they can pull...you back forcefully." She gave me a little education.I was thinking, "suspended?" when her grip tightened on that strap and she thrust her cock deeply into me all the way to the base in one smooth motion. "Ahhh honey oouch." I protested."Shut up whore! Take that cock and watch the movie." She proceeded to mount me in every conceivable way. "You're right, though. I'll start as soon as we return from Texas. Will you share your personal trainer with me, Mom?" Of course. What possible scenarios were you wondering about, Darla?" Well, Joe could say okay, I understand, period. Then what?"Carol's eyes widened momentarily, and then she grinned wickedly. "I see what you mean." He could also say, fine with me, but demand reciprocity," Darla added and spread her legs a little. She felt David's fingers dance over her vulva. Nice."What kind. 1500 on Sunday. Officially, it's 1430, but she said we should be 'fashionably late.' Artists and museum patrons. She said you can tell them apart by the haircuts ... some of the patrons will be sporting bush shirts." I laughed."Another bunch of phonies. We could sell them those two." I waved at the wall. We'd brought the Fred Williams and the Max Dupain that had been on the station in Mitchell back east with us. Dad kept the Nolan at home. [see "Gordy's Problem"]"Not if you value your life! A. ”“Yes, you do, Aunt Cheryl,” groaned Melody. “Right, Cupcake?”“Yeah,” Alicia said, her words soft, subdued.“I bet it’s making your little pussy hot, Cupcake.” Melody pulled our little sister onto her lap, her hand sliding up beneath Alicia’s skirt. “Hmm, Cupcake?”“I guess,” Alicia said.“Oh, it is,” Melody purred.Alicia shuddered beside me, her body shivering as I heard Melody’s fingers sink into hot, wet cunt. I groaned, my dick throbbing harder, my tongue licking faster, gathering all the.