We do this and continue to go faster and faster, with me urging you on to greater speed and depth as I see Nina start to tremble and I know she will e...plode soon. I feel my own orgasm building and I tell you to really give it to her, ram your cock down her throat baby, harder, harder and faster. Your hand is plunging into my pussy faster and deeper and you feel my tight hot pussy clenching around your fingers. I start to put four fingers into her pussy and then another finger up her tight. . "I mean, while I might not have gotten around to telling you about this, you ought to know that one of my favorite fantasies takes place in a rustic cabin - You know, that's looks a lot like this one. - on a bearskin rug, that's situated right in front of a roaring fire. "Damn!" Joe teased back. "And, here I just took my bearskin rug to the taxidermist to have it dry cleaned!"*** It was a great weekend for the two of them. Joe, after a brunch that Saturday, took Beth to see a secluded. What I really wanted to do was gently push Cathy's hand aside and wrap my fist around Carl's cock. I bet neither of them would have minded. Scott would have, though. I think he wouldn't have tried to stop me: instead he would have come over to the bed with us, push my sister Cathy down, and ram his cock into her before she knew what hit her. And then I'd just let go of Carl's cock and mount it, and fuck him better than my sister ever had.But what really happened was crazy enough: Just as Carl. She had green hair,including her eyebrows. It could have been a dye job, but he guessed not.Especially given her age. Her first comment confirmed it."Yes, sergeant, I am a MORFS survivor." She made a point of that lastword. She looked him up and down, and then he heard a voice in his head,*We need to talk.*Malcolm just nodded his head, and focused on thinking back at her, *Yes,we do, but let's keep this between us.*She raised an eyebrow at him, and calmly introduced herself. "I'm AgentDavies,.