“Are you enjoying your sister’s degradation, Cam?”I dropped to my knees and held her in my arms. The instant I did, Diane began to cry. “He’...l hate me, Cam! I don’t think I’m very good in bed at all!”“In orgasm for six hours, I think you said?”She just nodded.“Darling,” I continued, “that’s about five hours and fifty-nine minutes longer than almost all other women. Di, you’re great!”That stopped her tears and she looked at me with hope in her eyes. “Honest?”“Honest!” I assured her.By this time. As she started her review of what everyone "should" remember from previous years, a voice quietly spoke to me from my right."I'm Natalie, And my good friends just call me Nat for short. don't let that smart remark put you off."I looked over at her. She had soft blonde hair down past her shoulders with soft curls and bangs that obscured her eyes a bit. Her face was medium and oval shaped with sharp grey eyes and dark, thick eyebrows. She had two big breasts that strained her large sweater with. Her smiling face was snuggled in the pillow. Reaching she found his cock and held it. She wished he'd cum now while he was hardest. She worked on him sweetly. Sweat mixed with her mouth water and wet her face. He didn't want to cum yet. Withdrawing from her, he reached for the lube. "Pull your underwear down and give me your ass." Pushing her legs apart, he told her to reach back and spread her ass. Inserting a finger in her wet fold, he entered the cunt stroking back out along the wall between. Being drugged and sexually victimized by that gang of black football players had affected me greatly.I met a real character on the flight to San Francisco. Henry was eighty-eight and told me he had a terminal illness and only a few months to live. Very tall and distinguished looking with white hair and a matching neatly trimmed beard. He wore a very expensive charcoal gray suit with a blue button-down shirt and black tie with some sort of emblem on it. I tried to visualize what he might have.