Why did Joc say she didn’t want me to fuck “other” girls. Was there a girl I was supposed to be fucking? Why did she care if the other girl was ...rettier than she was? I fell asleep that night, my sister drifting in and out of my dreams, most of the time in the positions I enjoyed with Ash. The next morning was much like the ones of previous weeks. Except for one thing. Rather than wake up to the sun filtering through my window, I woke up to “YOU FUCKING BITCH ASHLEY!” I went outside to try to. “I couldn’t do this with Richard.”“Whoa whoa, hold up Brittany,” I said. “I love that I have a bigger dick than him, but… please don’t talk about him.” It was hard to be upset while looking down at her like that.“Heh, sorry,” Brittany giggled, licking her cherry red lips. “I’ll shut up now.” With that, she plunged her mouth right down my cock and began visciously slurping on it. Up and down and all around, wet and sloppy, she closed her eyes and moaned as my meat filled her face. Now and then,. .. the blinds..." Good!" Ron grunted. "Silly bitch. I hope ... she rubs ... her clit off!"Abigail pictured this and it brought forth an explosion, "HUUUUUHHHHNNNNGGGG!!!!"Ron chuckled. "You're a ... piece of work ... Abby! I get ... a kick ... out of ... your scrawny ass! Turn around ... I wanna ... blow a nut ... on your tits ... and see ... if they grow! Hurry!" The urgency was upon him, triggered by Abigail's pussy clutching him in orgasm.Abigail, knowing that this was for show, pulled clear. Sitting down was an agony, the plug buried deep inside my bowels was begging to be taken out, maybe replaced by something else.When we cleared the started plates, we sat back down at the table, and Steve winked at me. “Andrew, I would very much like to see your penis now” spilled out of my mouth. I could not wait a second longer. Kneeling down in front of him, I start tearing at his Chinos. I fumble with the zipper, and finally pull it down to his knees. His jockey is looking like a tent, a.