The old mad took them through a room full of leather apparatuses, but Betsy managed a quick and assertive, 'No thank you.' When they went to pay, Bets... noticed a beaded doorway off to one side of the store. She wondered why several men plus two young couples entered what appeared to be a mysterious room.Thomas noticed her questioning look. "They show porno movies nonstop ... and also have glory holes in there," he explained. Thomas could see Betsy had no clue about glory holes so he explained. Missy's brother laid on his back with his large and very thick hardon jutting hotly up from between his legs. Missy moved over his hard cock and guided the head of his jutting dick straight into her pussy lips and then gradually let herself slide down onto her own brother's cock as she mounted him and he began to let his cock penetrate her horny tight wet pussy.Missy's pussy was so wet and so turned on from her earlier session with Amy that she was fully ready for her brother's thick cock even. "You're ready Sister, almost ... Put this on now, draw the hood tight."She helped me, slipping the robe over my shoulders and I could smell the blood of Elizabeth Malet, now dead some 500 years. Her virginity remained imprinted forever on the ragged hem. It tied loosely around my waist and the hood fell low over my brow as if I were a monk of old. I adjusted it carefully, looking at myself in the mirror. I looked very little like the person I'd been just a few days before. I seemed beautiful. How much of it was true, I really was not sure. The one thing I knew was that she was occupying my thoughts more and more. If my dad knew, he would kick my ass no doubt. If my step-mom Denise found out, I would be out of the house immediately. The threat of getting kicked out certainly was not enough to get me to stop thinking about Marcy. I did the usual teenage dating, but was admittedly a bit shy around girls. I often found myself thinking about my step-sister while masturbating. I was.