"Yours or mine?"Kim was closer to the edge of the bed, so she swung her feet to the floor and padded the two or three steps to get her jeans from the ...loor, retrieve a package from the pocket, and drop the jeans onto the chair. Ron enjoyed the view as she moved away from him and bent over to pick up her jeans. Kim paused, nervously, for a moment, then pressed a button on her CD player. The haunting strains of Ravel's Bolero quietly entered the room. Kim gave an embarrassed smile before. The quiet. The peace. And the mystery. You never know who's lurking outside the door." I suppose" I said. I wondered what she meant by that. "Well, I just wanted to come over and officially say hi to my new brother."I smiled. "Hi." I said. I couldn't stop staring at her tits. Her flannel was unbuttoned a few and her cleavage was showing. It took all my energy to not want to stick my face in her tits and suck on her nipples right then and there. I was beginning to salvate. My cock was rubbing. "Very hard Ken, be the caveman". Which my hubby did. He began stroking hard and not letting up when he hit resistance, he overcame it by forcing his cock in more. All this while she is vocalizing in a way that I know she is not having fun. I can see her floppy lips folded up inside her and being tugged with each stroke. Stacy has tears her eyes rolling across her face.Ken is better than 1/2 way in when I tell him to grab her tits hard. Maybe she forgot telling me that since her implants. ‘Sous Chef? Is this the type of cooking you teach your juniors? Where the hell did you learn your culinary skills from?’ he continued. Sage flashed him an insulted look but continued with her work. He came beside her and placed his hand forcefully on her wrists to stop her from cooking. ‘Answer me!’ he shouted. ‘Palma, Chef,’ she replied. ‘Oh?’ he said, sounding surprised. An Italian trained chef? ‘Then why have you not been teaching your juniors well?’ he asked. ‘No Chef… Sous Chef is a.