”That was one of the disadvantages of living with my sister - the regular stream of her hot little coed friends dropping by. Becky and I had made an...agreement years before, while still living at home, that dating each other’s friends was off limits. So the parade of hotties was nothing more than cruel temptation.Vera was a particular weakness. The redhead was a year older than Becky, and had a smoking hot body. She also loved to flirt with me, knowing I couldn’t do anything about it.I knew I. After a hasty evening meal, everyone had retired to bed.Arm heavy with a pleasant feeling of exhaustion, I stroked the warm, familiar curve of Zuri’s hip in the darkness, my nostrils tingling with each breath of mountain air. By mutual agreement we’d kept the tent’s interior barely above freezing.“I want you to fuck my ass,” Zuri said.Brought immediately into full consciousness, I blinked twice. “What?”“My ass, Master. I want to give it to you.”Frowning, I raised my head, resting it in the cup. Her nose had obviously been broken at some point, but it only added character to her face and with two bright blue eyes, I thought this was one fine looking lady. It was, I hoped, going to be a very productive meeting. I then had to remember that I was probably close to twenty years older than her and promptly pushed the growing lustful thoughts to the back of my mind. We exchanged greetings and I led her back to my office, stopping to introduce her to Phil. Aser’s door was closed, so I would. I could not tear my eyes from the vision of his thrusting cock with its cream covered shaft. Gillian’s frothing cunt had coated them both in fuck juice. I ached to lick them clean, to taste, smell, devour her cunt and his cock. I hungered for both. I despised how she revelled in fucking him. I loved how she revelled in fucking him. The familiar admixture or jealousy and desire churned within my mind and testes. I wanted to punch him and I wanted to suck his cock. I wanted to slap my wife for.