Seems like you're kinda' worked up about it."I've seen Bridget playful, and contemplative, and sad even. But I didn't recognize this behavior. She con...inued, and it didn't clarify things for me at all."Are you O.K. with me telling you about this?" she asked. "I mean, if it's like, not appropriate or something, I'll totally understand."I thought that, for one thing, she wasn't really telling me anything so far, so what would be inappropriate about it? And then I thought, if she was going to tell. What a wonderful feeling. Moulding her soft pillow, like warm dough. He could feel her nipple through the fabric of her night shirt. It was a loose flannel shirt and he could see a deep cleavage, it got bigger as he pushed her bob closer to the other one.What are you looking at? She asked.You sis, you’re so beautiful.Do you really think so she asked blushing.Yes I do.Do you want to see them?Can I?Take off my shirt she whispered.Slowly he unbuttoned her long nightshirt, then parted the. I told Nick to bring her by, or send her over, so she could check me out and grill me for her own comfort. If she showed at all, that would mean she was either interested, or needed to shut me down.If she stayed and spent some time discovering who it was that dumped a hungry load in her beau’s hot bottom, that meant she was vetting me for more, hopefully with herself included. And somehow, if we got that far, I figured I could open that door for us all. It was a feral untasted fantasy for me,. “Did you know, I heard that she’s getting it from Prince Qasim?” Helen asked, grinning. “Like, getting it hard.”“Vidya? Banging Qasim” Lucas snorted. “Yeah. Right.”Vidya ducked her head forward, pressing her face against the pillow, her fingers digging into the sheets as a cock slammed into her sex. Again. And again. And again. She swore, she felt it brushing against the depths of her womb, and it felt divine. Her eyes closed and she muffled her moan by biting down on the cheap pillow, while.