I saw Kim’s warm, wet mouth, taking me in and out. I could feel her tongue slide under my cock, pushing me a little closer to the edge. I could just...manage to see that she had her own hand in her bikini bottoms, rubbing her pussy, trying to get us both off. My eyes kept trading places; first one sister, with her dildo being rammed into her cunt and then the other mouth-milking my cock and masturbating at the same time.“Kim! I’m close” I whispered.I wasn’t sure if she wanted me to cum in her. “You knew his son was kidnapped?”“Sinatra’s?”Maria nodded. She was rubbing Mike’s cum into her skin, giving the back of her hand a plastic sheen. “He had to negotiate with the kidnappers."“And?”Maria’s gaze drifted up to consider the grammar of her sentences. “The kidnappers told him to call from different payphones each time. For security. It went on for weeks. Frank called every night, negotiating, negotiating. And then he thought – what if I run out of coins for the phone, right? So he kept. There’s always something isn’t there, but mostly yeah. The thing is— well um, who pays attention to what’s working. The first time you have a washer-dryer it’s amazing, those clothes come out fluffy and beautiful but it’s hard to still be wildly excited about it six months later.”“Good, I like that. You’re getting back on form, very rational, so go on, tell me what was missing.”“Like Anthony said, he neglected me— no, that doesn’t sound right, there were days, times, when more would have been. He brought his hands down to her back and then to her ass, softly squeezing and clutching it. He continued kissing her passionately. He started unravelling her Sari while she started unbuttoning his shirt.He pulled his vest out while he lay her on the bed and tried to open her blouse. The blouse had clips in the front. He was like, “Wow. This is fun and difficult at the same time.”He softly grabbed her ample assets. He passionately opened her blouse and unhooked her bra. Lo and behold, they.