“And now I’m making you feel the same way?” she asked.He nodded. She watched her hand lift from the bed, and drift over to hover above his lap, ...here a bulge was apparent. She watched the wanton Flossie, who was in charge of that hand, at the moment, lower it until it rested lightly on the cloth, and the firm flesh under it.“You don’t want to have intercourse with your sisters, do you?” she asked.“No!” he gasped. “I mean yes, I want to, but it would be too dangerous! But if I don’t, they’ll do. He wondered why the hell the Tankers hadn’t taken care of that issue yet. Useless fucks. Well, no matter. He had connections of his own.Turning his attention to the issue at hand, he returned to his reading and saw that Weston was dating somebody named Scott Turcotte. The information about him indicated that he was a bit older than her and he was a martial arts master. Harrison snorted. Whatever. He hadn’t met one of those karate types yet that could dodge a bullet.Still, there must be. "They're all yours - good luck," she yelled as they sailed out the front door.So much for the five of us hanging out together. As soon as the door closed behind Shelia and Al, Ellen faked a big yawn and stood up."I think I'll go to bed," she said unnecessarily.I chuckled as she dimmed the lights on her way out. I think I was being set up. Elaine kicked off her shoes and curled up against me on the plush wine colored leather couch. She stroked my cheeks with her fingertips. We had been touching. But, Karl beat Jean to Roxie’s pussy. Jean was angry at him, but moreso at Roxie for jumping ship to her dad, and not her. She had been putting in the time, she felt.They got into doggy position. Jean pushed that cock so deep into Roxie. She was ramming ten inches of silicone cock into her daughter’s weeping pussy--this was Jean’s revenge and reward for being so patient over the years! Jean was getting close to cumming. With each thrust into Roxie, her clitoris was stimulated by the textured.