So keep it up, Bro!"He asked, "But isn't there such a thing as too much of a good thing?"Surprisingly, Susan answered, "Yes. Obviously, the harem can'... keep expanding forever. But it won't; don't worry. Just a few more, and then we'll be complete. Our new family." She looked very smug and satisfied with that.He thought with worry, How many is a few? Who is she thinking of, exactly? And why didn't she say "a couple more" if she's only thinking of Glory and Christine? However, he was afraid to. Still, at least she didn’t have to dismantle anything else to get to it, somewhat limiting the things that could go wrong. Chewing on a fingernail, she remembered that she could ring Geoff for advice and Chaz, who lived in a small caravan behind Ruth and Alex, had offered if she needed to borrow any more tools. She pulled on her overalls, and crawled under the truck with her socket set. She could tell even before she started that it was going to be tricky. The leaking slave cylinder was jammed. I brought my hands to her breasts kneading them gently through her top and bra, she breathed soft encouragement. I gripped the waistband of her Levis from the front and the studs began to pop slowly open. The couple were breaking apart in front of us, changing positions. I could see him now, middle years, well muscled torso, and the smile of supreme confidence as he adjusted his rigid bar of manhood. She switched around, facing us now, as she climbed up to kneel on his thighs. She had the face. I felt the movement of his muscles as he glided in and out of my wetness. His fingers found my clit and they began to massage it, keeping perfect time with the motion of our bodies. The sensations overtaking me made me feel light-headed and it was as if I was floating five feet above us. A very strong and sudden urge to ride him to climax came over me. I reached behind his head and held him close before I released myself from our tightly locked bond. Grinning and looking directly into his.