Each time she wriggled her head moved against my cock and added to that I would thrust up which started the timer again, she was going to have to work...for these points.I could not believe I was laying on my back with my sister’s pussy on my face and my cock pressed against her face, I could feel her breathing getting heavier against my cock as I used the tongue breathing technique and with my tongue flicking her labia lips I was beginning to taste her juices.My body shook as I felt her lips. "But..." Not like that. These poems require depth and emotion. You read them like a grocery list. Where did you get these?" They were sent to me ... um ... by the author." Nat Hart? Who is he?" I don't know, but I like his poetry." The rules state that the poem must be by a recognized poet. We need to know who Nat Hart is." I wasn't going to tell my suspicions."The Argosy Review published one of his poems." Really?" He sent a clipping. I didn't like that one as well as these two." I showed her. In her tiny swimsuit, she made her way back tothe terrace. Everyone stared at her in the lobby. Geri didn't mind. Infact, she walked extra slow and slinky. It was a lot of fun. ********* Miranda inspected the little trophy and the well-used air that Geriexuded. "You seem to have done quit well for yourself, Geri." "I tried very hard." "I'm sure you did. Very hard indeed." Miranda put the statue down on the table. She eyed the two checks in herlap. "You are an accountant, ~orrect, Geri?" "Yes,. One guy will be sleeping on his back, she will ride by her ass facing up, will have her head bent so that one can fuck her mouth. One guy will fuck on her boobs sitting on top of her, two guys will fuck on her pussy and the other two will get hand job. Everyone were excited with the idea and here came our slut for the evening. We closed all the doors and windows properly and asked her sit like a bitch again.And the new three guys removed their cloths and pinch her nipples and slapped her ass..