"Getting ready to get fucked in the ass," I said.My sister stopped moaning long enough to look down at me. "Huh? Katie, don't. He'll kill you." We're ...oing to have to get used to it. We've got to keep his cock happy." I turned around to Dillon. He was slowing his thrusts into my sister as he stared at my slippery asshole. "Baby, you're going to have go into my ass gently, and when I tell you to take it out, you've got to take it out and put it back into your aunt, okay?" Okay, Mom." And from. "How would I know?" I asked. "Do I look like I work for Amtrak?"Julie stuck her tongue out."You seem to know about so many arcane things, I suspected you might know this, too," she said with a grin.I gave her a searching look."OK, I'm a fountain of worthless knowledge," I said. "I confess."Julie didn't defer."For instance, Tara," Julie said. "Are you familiar with the 96-hour commit? David knew. And, of course, he told me. So the whole time you were telling me about how concerned the doctors. The blade was shiny enough but it was a deep blue instead of silver or black.“What’s wrong with it?”“You feel it, d’ya?” Ardt nodded. “It’s weighted wrong. The haft is too heavy or the blade is too light. It’s sharp enough so it will cut vegetables or meat – or skin, should it come to that – but it’s unbalanced and almost unusable to a fighting man. All of Yren’s blades turn out the same – knives, swords and such. Even his hammers and maces are off. I’ve tried to explain it to him but he just. The salty flavor tantalized my taste buds and I repeated my actions, again and again, eliciting well-felt groans of desire."D'you want me to get this thing all nice and wet or do you want to cum all over my face?" I asked mischievously, the inborn slut already knowing the answer."Oh, you naughty little temptress," he said wagging a finger at me like a priggish schoolteacher who'd discovered one of his pupils being naughty. "You can't tempt me with your wicked ways, woman," he continued, his.