Once I made it to the front lobby I sat on the padded bench for a little bit, enjoying the pulsing of my sphincter as it tried to grab my shorts and s...ck them up inside of me.After a little time had passed I was thinking it might be time to go cruise for a little more action, but before I could get up, here he was, in the lobby, sitting down at one of the benches, giving me the eye. I guess it was my lucky day, without a word we went into the back again, but this time I motioned him towards one. My clit throbbed.“I know,” Pyrriah purred. “I'm as wet as you, Lasla.”“We're Las's daughters,” I moaned. “Why wouldn't we be turned on right now. Our brother is being so sexy.”“Mmm,” Pyrriah moaned, that throaty groan.My pussy simmered on the flight. We didn't stop. When noon approached, we carefully opened our bags. They were made from the scaled hides of the large tuna that Mother Azuliana would fish out of the ocean. The scales were scraped off and the skin cured into a leather. I opened. Nevertheless their parents were liable anyway.The whole summer was mostly shot, in the fore of recuperating & rehabilitating myself so I could get back on track. But I didn’t give myself much leeway, simply because I was sort of impatient. I was determined to hurry up with the physical & occupational therapy sessions so I could go back to work and get my life back. Not to mention, a slew of follow-up appointments I had to do. Then finally right before the Labor Day weekend, I got a much. I looked up at him, standing over me, and brashly grabbed his cock, as if I were yanking at a rope. He got the message and slid down, resting on the burgundy rug with me. I rolled onto my back, and he climbed over me, with his elbows and hands rested on either side. We looked at each other for a while before actually moving again. Just looking, yearning, but resisting. I made the first move. I tilted my head back, arched my spine, and pushed my chest up. ‘You are so fucking beautiful, Jax’.