That evening, Sally and Sai made out with me again; keeping me hard and excited but without release. I have no idea if it made conception more likely,...but it was great fun.It was sex, yet not sex. We kissed, touched, teased. I was naked, Sally kept her clothes on, Sai was only in panties. There was no penetration, no orgasms.Yet it was wonderful; powerful. I was adored, I was a god. Or just breeding stock.Their gentle, loving hands coursed over my body, my penis, my face. Their beautiful faces. My pop bought a house very close to moms boyfriends place so that my sister and I can go from one to the other easily. Rosalie has told me about the sex you guys have with each other and with her and Phil (when hes in Sydney), and Wendy and Ted, so I know that is OK for me to tell you what has been happening here since Rosalie got here. Between the work that Rosalie came to do here with Gerald and Mary, and all the sex that they have been having, Rosalie has been too busy to write to you, so. ”“Just because she can’t, Mister Hart.”“Doesn’t mean that we can’t, Mister Hammer.”“If we’re quick about it.”“Very quick.”“And discreet.”“She would never tell, would you, Girl?”“Not if she knows what’s good for her.”“Not if she wants to-“Alice let out a long guttural groan as Mister Hart pushed another finger into her cunt, filling her tight hole, stretching her.“Later, when she’s back in her room.”“And the pill wears off.”“And she’s in her restraint jacket.”“Unable to touch. “Well don’t keep me hanging ... Spill the beans, old man!” I snapped jabbing his arm.Clearing his throat while adjusting the source of growing discomfort in the front of his Levi’s, he began telling me about a particularly memorable session he and Mom had exploring an abduction fantasy of hers.“Yeah, like I explained the last time you were out here, your Mother and I weren’t shrinking lilies when it came to sharing our fantasies with each other, my boy,” he said, taking a swig of beer.“I think.