Remembering how vile and awful her urine tasted. Seeing Marion move the camera about to catch different angles of me jacking off. Hearing my three sis...ers giggle softly at what they were seeing.The video spurred me to heights of arousal I didn't know possible. I masturbated with purpose, enjoying showing off for my sisters like this. Leslee started chanting, "Stroke that cock! Stroke that cock!" And soon, all three of my sisters were chanting in unison, "Stroke that cock!! Stroke that cock!!. I kept trying, but I found out he’s seeing another woman,” she said without any hesitation.“Then what’s the point? Why don’t you make yourself happy?” I asked her putting my left hand on her waist and adjusting the thick bangs across her forehead with my fingers.She thought for a minute and said, “Only if you won’t act like a baby. No talk about marriage and all.”“I promise,” I said and kissed her lips. She welcomed me with her tongue.We signed out and took an auto to a nearby mall. Very few. She would remain silent about her mound being sexily nuzzled; silent too about the tongue and fingers that had played in her pussy; and silent too about how, finally, after a deliciously hot interval, her oh-so-ready pussy had been firmly entered by very hard illicit cock.Then Em’s masseuse had arrived. She said her name was Nisa. She was slim young woman, perhaps in her early twenties, and she had very sexy legs and a small bust. These were Em’s attributes of choice when she was looking for. “So after that I would rub myself loads, every morning in bed and in the bath at night and any other opportunity I had. I learned how to make my orgasm wet, cause thats what felt the best and every time I’d lick my fingers or try to catch it and drink it”. She told me proudly.Only now did I notice how hard my cock was and how it was straining against my jeans.As I finally exited the motorway I pulled into the fist lay-by I could find and stopped the car.I looked back at Carly who had now.