She knelt down beside my feet, one hand stroking her strap-on as the other reached up and cupped my balls; a single fingernail scratching my taint. �...Can I have my reward, Master?” she asked feigning an innocent smile.I yanked my cock from Buttercup giving a final rewarding slap straight onto her pussy. She groaned weakly as she lay there like a rag doll. I pulled the mask from my wife’s face and twisted my hand in her hair as I pumped my cock rapidly in front of her. The briefest touches of her. .....and she couldnt help but notice the bulge in his pants as well. She never wanted to see him wear another shirt again, and couldnt help but want his pants off as well. She knew that was a sick thought to think in her mind, especially towards her brother, but she couldnt stop thinking it. The timer went off on the stu and she jumped off the couch , hurrying over to get, forcing the thoughts to dispurse from her mind and focus on the stu. Jack handed her a few bowls, and she had to force. The band, I think, was AC/DC. Something like that. (Actually, Iron Maiden. I looked it up later).I considered wine. “I don’t know much about wine,” Rob said, “but the beer’s good. Try the Unicorn.”I did. It was good.“I don’t usually drink when I’m out on Oscar,” Rob told me, lifting his glass to gaze into it. “But I like a good beer, and if I’m eating, by the time I’m finished the alcohol will be mostly gone from my system.”“I suppose so.”“Alcohol and driving are not a good mix,” he went on,. I didn’t think I would see them after that. Fifteen minutes later came a knock on the door. I was in shock. Hesitation turned quickly into curiosity. I opened the door and Sara and her beaming smile greet me with a hello. I opened the door further, waved her in with hello. I figured she sent Chris on her way since I didn’t see her. This thought was quickly dispensed as Chris came around the corner and through the door. She grabbed me by the back of the head and locked her lips on mine. Finding.