“That’s because I don’t want you wearing panties.” She grinned and began to slowly unbutton her top. She locked her gaze on me as she kept goi...g. Her shirt fell on the floor behind her, and her hands went to her Capri’s. She unbuttoned them and slid them down slowly. Stepping out of her pants she turned around and started unclasping her bra, looking at me the whole time. The bra went flying and her panties came slithering down her legs as she bent over, showing me her ass.She began with the. “I’m just capturing the moment. You said I would only have you for this night and never again. I would never believe myself if I was anyone else, that someone like me, could have someone like you, like this.” Stan said taking one more picture. She understood what he meant and pushed aside the negative thoughts that crept into her head.He finished with his side task and told himself it was time to complete his fantasy. He pulled her to her feet and turned her around her, bending her over the. She felt wonderfully in control, and wanted more from him, much more from her sister's man.Finally as Sean's body quieted, Maranda began to french him, rolling him over on top of her. She began to manipulate his semi hard cock with one small hand, while massaging his balls with the other. Maranda wanted to be fucked, she needed to feel him let loose inside her, she wanted to make him hers and the best way to achieve that feeling was a royal fucking.It didn't take long to get Sean fully hard. He said he was looking for Morgan and Cecile, hisdead wife. With Delilah's help, I managed to get him back to the house andinto bed. That night he came into my room naked calling for Cecile and triedto get in my bed. Once again, Delilah came to my aid. She reached between theSenator's legs to take his cock in her hand and gently stroked it. "There Senator Dan, you come along to Delilah's bed and she'll be good toyou." He followed her tamely down the hall. Lincoln had issued the Emancipation.