Jessie sat on the bed crossing his legs as he pondered why he was soweak. He mind was still dazed but he knew something was not right...itwas on the t...p of his tongue more than ever before. He blankly rubbed his pretty painted hands along his pantyhose clad legwhen something struck him. The material he was feeling with his handswas unusual for him. He looked down at his shaven legs which wereencased in shiny nylon. "There's something not right about that," hethought. He looked at his panties,. I undressed her too and now we were in our birth suits, clean & sweet smelling pussy with a hot rod waiting to start ramming. I immediately started to lick n suck her pussy and she was moaning like hell. She was going through this after so long that she squirted almost 500ml n then she was super breathless. But of course, this was just the beginning. Now it was her turn to make my little brother happy, before I could say anything, I moaned as my dick was stuffed in her mouth, 100%, my balls. A few weeks later Jill and Ron slipped back over to Spain for a week of so. It was nice to have my loving wife to myself for a while. But I could tell she was missing her sister. For the rest of the year things were back to normal, with the girls or Amy and myself going down to the cottage every other weekend.Jill and Ron went off to Spain for Christmas. Much to Amy's annoyance, I refused to go saying that I wanted to see my family over the holidays. In the end, Amy agreed with me and we. Lifting her skirt up to her waist he exposed her bottom covered by a delicate pair of panties which he ripped off. ‘They were my best pair,’ wailed Carol. ‘Shut up, bitch!’ ‘Oh yes!’ she cried. ‘I love a bit of rough.’ ‘I know. Steve told me.’ Holding her down with one hand – not that she was struggling too much – he unfastened his trousers and pulled them clear of his penis. They dropped around his ankles. ‘Are you going to rape me, Paul? Oh, please.’ ‘I don’t know whether you’re begging me.