He held himself there for about thirty seconds before slowly pulling back out until just his fat head was lodged, then back in again, slow and purpose...ul. He repeated this for quite some time before eventually picking up the pace and grabbing on to her small hips. Once he set the tempo, she was now pretty much having a constant orgasm, grabbing for anything around her, which there was nothing but the cigar chair and ottoman. He plowed his big cock in her tight little pussy for what seemed. There was nervous yet extremely sexually wired air of anticipation between us as we took the ride to the third floor. We found the door and knocked. A familiar voice from inside answered and the door opened. He smiled broadly as he looked her up and down, then invited us in. They embraced sharing a deep kiss tongues swirling, his hands all over her ass. Standing a few feet away I felt my cock begin to swell in my trousers. He opened her raincoat and took in her lace covered breasts muttering. When I was done, I expected all hell to break loose, but instead he just calmly asked a couple of questions – Was I emotionally involved with any of the guys? – no, it was just down home, hard core fucking – Was I going to do it again? It was completely up to my husband. – How did I feel after it was over? Great, for some reason I have been overly horny and this helped. – did they hurt me? Not at all, they were perfect gentlemen and only did what I wanted. – Did they know who I was and where we. “Then you can be stopped,” he says, looking in the direction of his house.‘There is that possibility, but not only will you not make it home in time to stop them, your sister will never make love to you,’ she warns. ‘Without her consent and mutual feelings, it is a useless gesture.’He looks at her with determines eyes. “It’s only useless if you don’t try.”Christy and Thea stand awkwardly near the door. Christy gives Thea a look she can’t quite read, somewhere between incredulity and appraisal.