So I present them here as a double-feature… Thinking About Saturday Night I cant believe Im rubbing myself off again, thinking about what happened S...turday night. What is this, the fifth time? The sixth? And its only Tuesday morning. Thinking about Scott and me having sex in the same room with my sister Cathy and her husband Carl. That was hot as hell, even though wed done it before. Noisier this time though, lots of grunting and groaning, Scott on top of me, Carl in the next bed taking Cathy. I wondered why.As we both sat down, I saw that your nipples were trying to poke out of your top. I figured it was because of the sudden coldness of the air compared to the water, so as not to fluster you I overlooked it. We both took out a bottle out of the six-pack. You said, “cheers”, and we clanked the bottles together.We both finished our drinks. I could tell the alcohol was going to our heads a bit. We weren’t even close to drunk, but our guards were let down. I was suddenly so curious. I. "Are you about ready for him Laura?" I'll be there with balls on, in just a moment, hun. He giving trouble or just anxious to be filled?" answered Laura."Just anxious, right baby?" Melia asked rhetorically.The anticipation had me on edge, nearly more than I could stand. Not being able to watch the ladies added a wicked new sense to the scenario-especially since I had no idea how big Laura's cock would be or how she would use it. Gentle, rough, fast or slow? And knowing that I had no way of. I want to hold you and push my wet pussy into yours like we did once, when we both came so hard. Remember?"Laura got wet just listening to it."I'm dying without it," Yvette whimpered. "I need you. I want you to fuck me. I'm so tired of fucking with Arthur, he's so disgusting. I want to feel your body against mine. I want to feel your mouth on my clit and my nipples. Laura... I want you. Call me."Arthur was Yvette's husband.Laura picked up the phone. It was Sunday night. She was still exhausted.