She had drained him dry.Fumi pushed him off of her, panting, her throat burning, her mind struggling to think. Guilt and relief flooded her. I killed ...nother man.He tried to kill me.Someone must have cast a spell on him.She froze at that thought. That one witch had escaped at the cabin? Was she out for revenge or were there other enemies of Kyle's that they did not know about? Fear clutched her heart. She scrambled off the bed, grabbing her stuff. She had to get out of here. Whomever had. “Sure,” Brett replied just before he kissed me once. The kiss lasted for about a minute and then they both just cracked huge smiles. “This is my sister and we have sex occasionally, simple as that,” Brett said. “We can see that, but you'll have to tell us more,” Gabriela replied. Then they both left and went back into the living room. “So that was interesting sis,” Brett said. “Yeah no shit, well I guess we should go and get dressed now,” I replied. Then we both got up and I got dressed as he. I arched my back and pressed into him. He saw and felt the movement and added his own. In a blink, between us, he was fully inside me, his hips pressed against my butt.I dropped to my elbows for a moment, “Wait, please … oh, my god, Jesse! That is soooooooo good. Do you feel how you fill me?” I raised back up to my locked arms and pressed back against him, encouraging him to begin, again.With long, firm strokes, he moved in and out, sliding lusciously, deliciously, amazingly. He reached around. She smiled thinking these men would get to know one another much more intimately any moment. She had plans for them. Regally, she walked into the room and hush settled over the group. She wasn't shy about her figure or her beauty. She worked hard to maintain it. An hour at the gym or three miles running was her daily routine. Except for the times when she allowed herself to slack off a little.Slowly she walked over to the bed and settled herself on it, daring men to make the next move. It is.