" "Woah, woah, woah. Too much information. I do not wanna imagine my little brother with his fingers in some girl's twat, or imagine her going down on...him right after." If that's true, then why am I so wet? She thought. "Hey, you asked. So how are things with your boyfriend... uh... Mark?" "Ha, I'm in the same boat as you. He was cheating on me with some skank on the cheerleading squad." "Really? What a dumbass. You are way sexier than anyone on the squad." Oh shit, did I just say that out. It never saw the kitchen chair. The One, tormented to the edge of takinghis own life, exploded with fury seeing his loved one's mutilation, andnow he focused all that power in one tremendous blow.The old, oaken kitchen chair, hewed and shaped by his grandfather's ownhands and now the only remaining piece of a set, shattered as it becamethe conduit of the Lady's power. In that contest love overcame mere eviland the Lady's will thwarted the demon's bid for power. Energy flaredvanquishing the. I want your hot fucking pussy.” My mind was filled with visions of Heather as I jacked my cock as hard as I could. I could feel my orgasm starting to build. “Oh yes Heather. I want to fuck your tight little pussy so hard. Oh yes baby sis. Your pussy smells so fucking good. I’m gonna cum all over you. Oh yeah baby, all over your face and your tits. Oh shit Heather, here it comes.”“OOOOH YES. FUCK YEAH BABY. I’M CUMMING ALL OVER YOU. OH SHIT YEAH HEATHER. OOOH FUCK YES”I shot stream after stream. Greg held his grip; Laura stayed choked on him. Their eyes met sharing desire, lust and a quest for more sensation. Greg’s phone rang, and the sound set them off. Laura began to shake at the sound. Greg moved to hold her head tight and fucked shots of cum down his lover’s throat. Each ring of his phone called an ejaculation from Greg’s cock. Greg managed to answer at the fifth ring. He held Laura in place as he talked, he could feel her choked spasms around his cock. How long could she go; will.