He pulled me to him. I was all ready wet withanticipation. His cock slipped inside me andimmediately began fucking me hard. I could hear thesound of h...m as he bottomed out in me, could feel thepointy tip hitting my cervix, which is strange and forme is somewhere between painful and arousing, for lackof better words.He was expanding inside me. I rolled my hips backtowards him best I could. But I could not match hispace, and suddenly as his forepaws shifted I knew hewas close. He exploded inside. . ?I opened my eyes watching my little sister dropping down and impaling herself on my dick. God, I hope this is a dream, or I am going straight to hell when I die, which may be any minute.Jenn moved away to let me see clearly what I thought was my imagination. Isabel was riding me, and doing it quite well.“Don’t worry Michael,” Jennifer said. “She’s earned a ride on the Michael train. I have some ‘Morning After Pills.’”“Whoo-Whoo,” Isabel said imitating a train’s whistle.“But, I thought you. "He's doing very well thank you Miranda – I'm sure that Peter has kept you informed of his progress?"She nodded her head, a little and forced a smile that hid the hurt – that now she was forced to get any information, second hand and begrudging from Peter.Peter had been in touch with Marcus on a day to day basis – keeping him updated of any problems and decisions, which he'd made or dealt with.And Peter had also been disappearing for a couple of hours each evening, 'popping out for a bit, ' was. She screamed and slammed the phone down quickly covering herself up as Clive mumbled something about coming back for his wallet. She said she could have died on the spot and the more Clive apologised the worse she felt. She was about to get up and leave when Clive said "Sit down and carry on, i want to watch you" She was totally shocked and refused point blank but Clive asked her again and this time he was massaging a huge bulge in the front of his trousers. She sat back down and Clive asked.