That failed miserably, but from failure, came even greater opportunity. Not just the ruination of my traitorous sister, nor her fall from grace in my ...ather’s eyes, but the future of my realm. For what opportunity yields better fruits than war? The Great Forest, the long-uncivilized and untaxable vassal of The Highlands, would rise against its master. No monarch in a thousand years had dared invade the arborous Midlands, and indeed, the Noble Court would never sanction such a costly gamble. But. Brain came back into the room and said that they were going to the mall. I came up with an excuse to go home anyways (in all reality I couldn't wait to go home and hammer one out to start Becky's cum collection bank). The next few days all I did was jerk off every chance I got thinking about Becky and the week before having the 3 some on the couch, and fucking her in the shower afterwards. I'd say I had about 3 oz of cum saved for Becky in a water bottle by Thursday night. Friday morning came. Trying hard to ignore them, I said nothing, but began to feel the nerve impulses traveling from my nipple to my pussy. He then bent down and put my nipple in his mouth. I couldn’t help but letting out a little gasp. He said: “See, she likes it. Lets get her panties off and see how wet we can make her. Now stand back up bitch, and slowly pull your panties down and off.”I stood up and slid my panties down to my knees, then down to my ankles and stepped out of them.They had me move closer to them. I wished they were bigger so I could see a little more cleavage action. Either that or if she could wear a lower cut top, that would be great. As I thought about Ms. Amara’s breasts I realized she was showing more cleavage than before. I smiled. She must have moved in a way that repositioned her dress to show off her chest more. My dick grew stiffer as I daydreamed about Ms. Amara. Her tits looked so round, soft, perky, and perfect. Well, if they were a bit bigger than they would’ve been.