One of my shoulder curiously ached to that. “Glad we waited now?”“I’ll say. Would have ripped me to shreds. You know, your leg twitches a lot ...hen you’re cumming.” I said plainly, before shifting to sit up. While I sat up, she rolled over, exposing her tan back to me. “What time is it?” I asked, suddenly concerned about it. “Late,” she said with a moan and stretch. It drew my eye, her curvy form and how her giant mammaries jutted out so much more while she stretched out her back. My eyes. Ages between mates also ceased to become an issue, so if one human more advanced in age could still sexually perform, and another had entered puberty, they could copulate or form a bond provided it was mutually agreed. The practice of adopting group surnames continued, however, but it was just a social construct, no longer a legal matter, but simply to maintain a genealogical linage.Because of this relaxing of morals and not enforcing morals on individuals with while they did not agree, nudity. I held onto one of the poles and tried to keep myself awake enough not to miss my stop, though the bus ride took almost an hour and some places got a little bit bumpy. As we stopped at more places few people got off and more got on, it was soon even more packed and I had little room to move, we went over a pot hole, I swayed a bit and felt something rub against my ass, I figured it was an accident and ignored it but soon after I felt it again, longer this time and there were no bumps in the. Jess wasn’t just my stepsister and my lover. She was also my butt-slut, my cum whore, and my personal plaything. She made that abundantly clear to me by now. My sister was my slut, plain and simple. Every part of her was mine and we both knew it. Hell, I also loved her for it.“Baby, you know that I love you ... and right now, I love you several inches deep!” I told Jess as I smacked her booty playfully a few times.As for Mom and Darcy, they were both a bit preoccupied, to put it mildly, what.