Ha, ever the supposed dutiful wife. Barely able to move I mumbled a thank you as I accepted the cup.My mind was a whirl with everything that happened ...n the last twenty-four hours. Finishing my cup, I stood up to the complaining of my back. That and a few pops from my joints, let me know I shouldn't do that again.Walking to the door I went out to my car to get my laptop. That was the main reason I had come home early yesterday. I had finally convinced my boss that I would be far more valuable. A second finger soon joined the first.“How much longer do you think you can keep this up,” she asked as she moaned with pleasure.“As long as need be,” I replied. “My longest time edging was a little over eight hours.”“Mmm, I don't think I'm going to make you wait too long,” she purred.She was vigorously fingering her pussy, her hand nearly a blur in the moonlight. I was steadily stroking my aching cock, precum dripping down the shaft with every stroke.“Nearly there,” she asked, breathing. .that he only wanted to please me. As he rammed his rock hard cock inside of me I felt the waves of my climax building once more. I heard a voice crying out... "Don't stop...please don't stop...I'm so close...so close." "Give me all of your cock...I need all of it inside of me...don't stop." the voice begged... He pounded his cock harder into me as I held on for dear life. I could hear him grunting and groaning so that I knew he was close to cumming too. Then I somehow stopped hearing him...all. When I got to the kitchen Mom was there, as usual.“I have an egg casserole in the oven,” she said. Her back was to me. She was doing something on the counter.“Sounds good,” I said. It’s what you’re supposed to say in a situation like that. To be honest, it’s what I would have said anyway, if my mind wasn’t consumed by the fact that I had fucked my sister only a few hours before. “Where’s Hannah?” She usually got up before me.“She had a rough date last night,” said Mom.“I know,” I said. I had a.