"Her lust won out over common sense. Neither of them noticed that, while they were whispering, the bursts of fireworks overhead lit them up briefly. T...ey were too preoccupied with sating their craving.Soon she was on her back, with him lying beside her. His right hand was in her shorts, his middle finger plugged firmly into her slippery pussy. He had pushed her shirt up enough to get to her breasts with his mouth, and she writhed, biting the heel of her hand to keep from making too much noise. Neither my brother nor his wife seemed to be overly concerned with being caught by a stranger, but they'd been expecting Katrina anyway and with everything else that had happened lately..."Just for Jim, so far," I said. "The rest of the time she's my little Slave-Sister and a Mistress to you..." I lowered my voice, " ... but not your Mistress." Hello Katrina," Jim gave her a warm, but somewhat weary smile. He wasn't too worn out to give my slave a real once over with his eyes, however, and. You will cum over and over, soaking my cock with your hot, volcanic liquid as it oozes cupfuls of your delicious cunt juice.” Then he asked in a tender, low voice, “Sweetie, will you squeeze my cock? Please?” I immediately reached for his hot-throbbing, steely, wet cock, slowly and gently stroking it up and down, the entire length from his hair to the tip of his uncut head. He told me squeeze tighter. It was so thick, I could hardly squeeze my hand around it, but I did and soon he was fucking. I took one pendulous breast in each hand and gave them a squeeze. She had fed three k**s with these in her younger days and this past milking had left her with a fine, if sagging, set of udders. Her areolas were some two inches across, a dark reddish brown in colour with a sort of pimpled texture and her teats were the width of my little finger. They had softened slightly since my initial pulling at them but they stiffened again as I milked each one between thumb and forefinger. Evidently the.