No longer was the fondling light andgentle, our boobs were being roughly kneaded. Our hips were gyrating,grinding a rhythm on their lap. Their fingers...gently pulled down thestraps of dress to expose our bra clad boobs. The kneading continued,the grinding. I was was desperate to finish, but just as desperate toprolong the pleasure. He unhooked my bra, flinging it away, quicklyretuning to my boobs, only this time pinching, flicking, teasing mypuffy nipples. I looked up at my sister, the symmetry. This was the kind of guy some women would call complex, and I dug that. He knew what was going on in the world, guys my own age could learn a lesson or two from Miles. Miles made some recommendations for books that I could buy for Daddy, he was very helpful and charming. I think he was flirting with me a little bit, although I doubt it would have gone much beyond that. He was too much of a gentleman to hit on a teenage girl, even if she is a hottie (never said I was modest, did I?) I was in a. Semen mixed with lubricant run in a rivulet from Michele's anus down her thigh and soak into her tattered stockings. Sadan wipes his cock on the remains of her ripped panties and then pushes Michele facedown on the bed."You have performed well my pretty putta; better even than this afternoon. I'm glad I waited to fuck your infidel arse," Sadan spanks Michele's buttocks and reaches for his robe.Michele lies there panting after the two men leave. Yes she has been forced to comply; but yet she. And, well sir, she certainly was impressed by you." Was she? Interesting woman, that one? Claimed I was the first white man she's ever known," I said."What a story," the girl hooted, obviously delighted. "She's our favorite bed warmer when we have company. You were likely not even the hundredth white man she's been with. Becka just loves to swive. It's all she talks about." The girl blushed nicely."That, at least, is the truth," I said as she poured me some more wine, holding back her long hair.