I sat, watching them chat, smiling with pleasure. She came to dinner at their invitation, looking exquisite in her gown. There was an air of sadness a...out her, the reasons becoming clear over an after dinner drink for us, juice for my girls. They often complained about how I treated them. "We're not made of glass, honey, we'll be fine." I always explained they more like precious china, and couldn'd be replaced if they were broken. They'd giggle and quit complaining, for a little while.The. Christine used both of her hands to force my boxers down, and then she pulled my cock free, wrapping one soft hand around the glans."Oh, come on!" Amy exclaimed from the front. I could see her eyes in the mirror. "What are you doing? You have to wait for me!"But we weren't waiting, it seemed. Christine lifted her dress and straddled me. She aimed the fat head of my cock right into her already damp pussy, and ran it back and forth in the wet groove, lubricating it with her juices while she. You were massaging my breasts, taking each nipple and tugging it gently. Your hair fell messily over your face, and I could feel it against my sensitive skin. You took one hand away and brushed it behind one ear. My hand slowing ran down my stomach towards my pussy which was soaking wet. I slipped in one finger and slowly started to finger myself, my juices making sliding in another finger very easy. I groaned as I pumped them into my warm tight hole. But she had three fingers in, her thumb. ComAlex jumped off the bed and disappeared into the bathroom. I must havedropped off to sleep as I woke some time later on, to find Alex sleepingnext to me with me spooning up to her back. She was having what soundedlike a bad dream as she was almost shouting in an angry tone, "No, nomore, I don't want to do it anymore. Please don't make me do it anymore,no more." I gently stroked her back and she settled down but then, "It'snot fair anymore, it's not fair, you shouldn't make me do it,.