They met as gymnasts, still working out in their spare time.“So, what would you like to do with my brother?” my lovely sister asked adding some pr...ssure while moving her hands back up onto my shoulder blades.“You mean, like specifically?” Hillary answered sounding mortified.“Why not? It’s just the two of us. Tell me all the details you can think of that you would do to my brother while I watched!”That really got my body tense and ready for what might be said.“Well... “ Hillary began. “I would. .. I leave work, I'm so tired. I stand all day at work, since I am the supervisor of an industrial line in an all men's prison, an easy job for the incarcerated. Oh and you did not read wrong I do work in a men's prison. Working in a male prison is hard work, I will not deny that. But harder and more difficult is to locked in a place brimming with testosterone for more than eight hours. Maybe it's my diet of sex, but since my husband left me uhm ... it is better to say, it has been too long. I kept to short, gentle, shallow strokes, relaxing against her, one hand gently squishing her breasts while the other casually strummed her clit."Joseph," she muttered again. "Oh God," she added just as sleepily and then, "Fuck me."As commanded, I stroked deeper. I only knew she had awakened when her right leg lifted and bent, opening her pussy more to me and allowing me deeper. Also she began pushing back with each thrust.Soon our moans--and both of us became surprisingly noisy--echoed the. Part of me wanted to just throw the piece of paper on the ground and forget about it. But I couldn't do it. Maybe Graham and his buddies could help me, make me as good as he was. I had to find out. No harm in just going to a party, right?So, I went. It was at the home of a member of one of the high-ups of the University, some Vice-Chancellor or someone like that. The home was in an exclusive little cul-de-sac near the campus, the kind where the houses are big and ornate, and however much they.