As much as I was delighting in my sister riding me, I knew I wanted to take charge. I shifted my hips and rolled my sister on to her back. I temporari...y fell from her grip. Quickly I repositioned myself and re-entered her body. We both released more moans as I slipped in and out of her. I felt her arms gripping me, her fingers digging in to my back. Something told me it wouldn’t be long for me or my sister. I shifted my thrusts and brought her legs up. My sister’s breathing changed. "So" he said, to anyone listening "You just enjoy the fuck of your life time Jackie!" He looked at me, then nodded to Billy.Billy stood up, Bernie lent in and ripped the blindfold from Jackie's eyes. She blinked and looked up at the pony above her then down her body to her plundered pussy. Her eyes went wide as she took in the sight of the thick almost black phallus still plunged into her poor defenceless hole. The aroma of sex was palpable along with the smell of horse and the slight sweet. Wo mere laand ko pakad ke hilane lagi muhe bhut maja aa raha tha. wo sath he usse chus bhi rahi thi. wo jab mere laand ko chat ti to mere laand me current daud uthta. aaisi hi kuch der chala wo mere laand ko loli pop ki tarah chusti rahi me usko sar ko pakad ke aage phiche kar raha tha. aur ahhhh uffffffff ki aawaje nikal rha tha. aur kuch der baad sara raj usko muh me chod diya. usne sara thik diya. phir mene usse bed pe letaya. aur uski tango ko chodi ki aur mere laand uski chut ke upar. Es gibt eine offene Stelle in unserer Postabteilung und ich versuche, die Fäden zu ziehen, damit sie dort angestellt wird. Dort zahlt nicht man mehr so ​​viel wie früher, aber es ist immer noch ein gutes Geld.Mein unmittelbarer Vorgesetzter ist Mr. Beal. Er verlangt von allen in seiner Sektion, ihn so zu nennen. Er ist ein großer schwarzer Mann von etwa 35 Jahren. Als er mich vor fünf Jahren interviewte, sagte er: "Sie werden mich Mister Beal nennen und nur Mister Beal."Seitdem bin ich davon.