.her big beautiful Mummy. Towering above her, the sheer size of Sonya compared to her made her feel like a teenage girl again, and just the feeling of...domination and getting abused by this superior being was enough for her to fumble her jeans and shirt off, slide her underwear down her legs and begin rubbing herself towards the edge of an orgasm, her cunt juices running down her smooth thighs as she continued to french kiss the mushroomed tip of Sonya's monster.Suddenly, she felt herself being. Wewere getting dressed for work, Cassie to go to her law officedowntown and me to my study downstairs to read over a long reportcomparing software technologies one last time and then fax it tothe client who'd commissioned it. She was just about to pull onher frivolous french lace panties, the ones that drive my cockcrazy when I see the bottoms of her sweet buttocks peeking out fromunderneath them, and she'd paused to inspect the no-nonsense cottonlining in the crotch. She saw a stain? It. Can you wait there for a while longer??”That was our prearranged code for “are you fucking my sister yet?”I looked at Haley, I asked her “What do you think? Do you want me to stay a while?”That naughty smile I loved returned to her face. I gently pushed her head back to my cock. I spoke aloud what I was texting back to Carly. What she heard was…“Yes. Haley is keeping me entertained, take your time”What Haley didn’t hear was what that meant, that was our code for, “yes I am getting your sister. Hartwell could only smile at his friend’s frustration. Little did the commander know this was nothing compared to what was to come. Trying not to smile he could see the major fight that was going to take place. The commander wasn’t about to wear the frilly clothes that he knew the empress and his family were going to want him to wear.As he shook his head Hartwell got an alert. It appeared that Onai was about to re-emerge with an answer to the commander’s question and request. Let’s just hope it.