Kirsty is my best friend and there is no way I’m going to break off my friendship with her. Once I tell her we’re not interested in swapping, she�...�ll never mention it again.’ ‘Yeah, I can see that happening. I think Marty wants into your knickers and I doubt anything will stop him trying.’ ‘Why do you always think the worst of people? Kirsty and Marty just asked. You’ve… we’ve said no so I doubt the subject will ever come up again.’ Well, I won’t go into the rest of the verbal exchange we had. Then I had envelopes made for each of the children of the six sisters as well as my own children. There was even an envelope for grandpa too. I told the assembled that this was only the first group and the rest would get their envelopes later; everyone would get to play.The instructions were simple. Inside of every envelope was a picture; actually two pictures on one page. It was a picture of the children and a picture of one of the sister's or cousin's husband. To good old grandpa I gave a. As I did slowly recover, I saw Amara passionately making out with Elsie, sharing my epic load. Her big DD’s pressed against Elsie’s much smaller tits. Elsa watched with arousal, hands between her legs, rubbing her smooth hairless pussy. After sharing the last of my load, Elise stared at me, panting. Her half apple-sized tits, jigging slightly. My cock was still as hard as ever. My balls ached from the sheer magnitude of my orgasm but were already filled with another load.Elsie crawled between. ”After a few minutes she got out of bed. “I’m going to wash my face,” she said. Bending down, she picked up her panties and threw them to me. “While I’m gone, smell these,” she said.I held the panties to my face. I could smell the juices from her vagina. My penis began to get restless. I rubbed the panties over my penis and it began to grow again.Mrs. Thompson reentered the room, her breasts swaying as she walked and smiled as she saw me enjoying her panties. She lay on the bed again,.