We preferred making love to each other. I used to tell Bill then that we had married couple status, when it came to good sex. We might go a week or 10...days with our interplay being no more than hello and goodbye hugs and kisses. There was always playful touching, "accidental" grab-ass, goosing, etc. But, frank sex, something you could call an "act", became less frequent, better, and more serialized, where we would go at each other 5 times in 2 days. It was during the period since our anal. Her blush renewing as she heard a low chuckle "The wench is willing lads" Shame filling her as the moistness of her lust trickled down her thigh.The finger probed deeper, wriggling around inside her, stretching the muscles and stroking the inner walls of her body. Her mind worked furiously with fresh panic wondering how deep it would delve. Pain began to shoot up through her stomach as she felt the man's palm lay against her parted lips. She felt the finger hook, running along the inside of. But no one had ever delivered such an exacting, powerful strike to such a vulnerable spot and he learned instantly that this was a whole new level of pain. He couldn’t even breathe. Then something else hammered into the back of his thigh and he went down and stayed there.Barry barely even registered the fact that Mike was down. All he saw was red, and in the middle of it was Tina. Even raping her was an afterthought now. All he wanted to do now was slap the shit out of her. Get the stupid bitch. "Janie, NO!" he shouted. I'm dirty Janie. Stop it!"But Janie would have none of it. She sucked harder as she threw a leg over him, presenting her dripping pussy to his lips. She had mounted her brother in the sixty-nine position.Joel refocused his eyes on her wet pussy in the dim light. Her smell excited him. He'd eaten pussy many times, but this was the prettiest and best smelling pussy that he'd ever seen. He raised his head and teased his tongue between the petals of her cunt.When Janie felt.