I was bent over the arm of the couch with my pantyhose about mid thigh as he lubed his dick then eased into my ass. Slowly he worked in and out pushin... a little deeper each time I felt his balls touching my ass then he started picking up the pace after a few dozen full length strokes he then grabbed me around my waist and started hammering my ass as fast as he could slamming into me with every thrust. He was fucking me like the sissy faggot cum whore I was and wanted to be. Making me moan with. .. Just read it out?”“Title and author first, of course.”“Okay, this is Fingersmith, by...”“Sarah Waters. I’ve read that. Go, go.”“Where are your lips,” I said.“My lips?” she answered in a tone of surprise. “They are here.”“Oh, I remember this, Ollie. No need for the funny voices. You’ve got it wrong anyway. Two women.”“Yeah?”“Yeah. More.”I knew how to do it all right, for Dainty had shown me, once. Kissing Maud, however, was not like kissing her. It was like kissing the darkness. As if the. Bobbi was impressed that she didn’t yell with them, although it would have been hard the way Mr. Miller was pounding her mouth. She doubted he could keep that kind of rhythm up for long. Bobbi slipped a finger, then two in the girl’s pussy while she grasped her clit with her teeth and sucked. She started mimicking the same rhythm the girl was getting to her face. While he was pounding her face up and down Bobbi pumped her fingers in and out of her pussy. She could feel how tight the girls. We were getting far too carried away. I'm not screwing in front of my niece!"All of a sudden we heard Karen shout, "Boris, NO. Get off you stupid bugger. Boris NO!"Melissa and I quickly walked back into the family room to find Boris trying to mount Karen. She was on her knees, with Boris's weight forcing her down onto her elbows. The angle we were at, Karen couldn't see us but we had a perfect view of everything. Boris's big 8" cock was fully extended, with the tip just entering Karen's little.