From the vibes I felt, I would expect any normal girl to lean over and blow me in class. But Lorelei was different--she was shy even though she dresse... like a class A slut.This day she wore a tight pair of black jeans, high boots with pointy toes, and a tight tank top which showed her ample breasts to great advantage. I thought wonderful things about her tits despite the fucking I'd had so recently. Lorelei also wore a black leather biker jacket and her hair was dyed black and spiked on top.. Of course it also could have been the fact that she found me in bed with both her brother and sister—she neither knew of their i****tuous affair years earlier before I met them or the fact that her brother was bisexual.So hours went by as Steve and I were ridden hard like thoroughbreds during the Kentucky Derby. One by one, two by two, sometimes even three by three we were taken. Our mouths, asses, cocks were well used and abused until finally closing came. And this was to end our ordeal,. After a brief recovery, they said they needed to go. I told Wanda that she was welcome anytime. The next encounter, I would try to talk Debbie out of her ass. I got dressed and cleaned myself up a bit, then went on to bush hogging, it's a good thing that it doesn't require much exertion on my part, the two women had practically worn me out today.I always looked forward to newcomers and Debbie never failed to bring the ones that wore me out, not that her or my aunt needed any help in that. Vivian came to the bedroom in a metallic silver dress, low cut and laced in front, fitting her as if sprayed on.In Terry’s bedroom, Vivian held up a hand. “Terry, before we start our session, may I say that while I’m turned on by all my sisters, you are the most physically attractive to me, the most like my physical idol? People sometimes call me cold, based on intellect. I’ve adapted that to think of myself as a marble statue that has been brought to life. In statuary, the Greeks thought of an.