She hit again harder. I was about to do the same to her but she stopped my hands this time.Di – “Enough… You can’t hit me… You can’t touch...�� there…” (she made her voice serious)Me – “But you did? What is the difference? And I did touch them earlier. Remember?”Di – “My chest is not the same as yours and the time you touched them is different.”Me – “Tell me how.”Di – “See how naughty you have become.” (moving my hands farther)Me – “I need to stimulate them right.” (smirking at her)I started. Though all six girls were blessed with nubile beauty and the kind of figures that make men go weak at the knees, my eyes were trained exclusively throughout on my darling sister. With youthful dexterity, she kicked a leg in the air, first one then the other, allowing I and three thousand others to see quite clearly the line of her pussy as it ran up through the centre of her white knickers. My eyes stayed glued to that glorious young crotch, amid lewd thoughts of the treasure beneath.I. They would have fast 15 minute fuck sessions when they got home from work and before they would have to go pick up their children at the daycare.It had been seven days since they last had sex as Katie had just finished her period. Fred had hoped Katie would give him a much needed release during that time of the month with her mouth or even her hand. He didn't feel the need to jerk off when he had such a wonderful sexual wife but she was also fighting a cold that had snapped her energy.While out. Bryan treated her like a dog. On the far side of the room, where Bryan had walked to, there were several things, including a chair, chains, cases, energy powered dildos and many other things.. all which i was too horrified to even speak of. I trembled. Bryan bent over, picking up a black sack before she began walking back over to me. I stared at the bag, my hair standing up on end. I could barley breathe. Bryan smiled, setting down the bag, lifting my head up. "Aw.. what a pretty little face....