."I'm not leaving anything in the tank, and my good little boy will swallow every drop"---------------------------------------------------------------...-----------DEPTHS OF TRAINING---------------------------------------------------------------------------James didn't know how long he'd been handcuffed to the bed or how many times he'd made her cum, but neither seemed to matter. Angella appeared to be a never ending fountain of desire and need, not to mention the literal fountain she'd filled. " I think we're just flirting and joking and you surprise me but sitting down on my lap, leaning over giving me a good look down your low cut sweater. You wiggle a little bit and start to feel a reaction under you and you smile and say "No way you could, not with me anyway." You see you have me a bit flustered and I add "Well, it would be sure fun trying." After a minute, "Isn't this a 3-day weekend? Why don't we try?" I playfully ask. With a wicked smile, you propose, "Here's a good idea, why. So lewd, her display so wanton. “Wet already?” The trail of a thick finger along her slit made her shudder. Already… She’d been wet the moment she heard him enter the house. The sound of his footfall across the wood floors, his weight making the stairs creak as he ascended, sent a thrill through her. Liquid lust flooded her knowing he was so close. “My little slut.” He slapped her pussy, the sound wet and erotic. “Tell me you how much you want me to take that ass.” She squeezed her eyes. My sister, my little sister, was holding a boy's crotch while his hand was squeezing her breast. Jenny looked at me, and I took in a deep breath. I started the car with Jenny holding onto my arm and kissing my cheek. We drove up the lane and into their parking area, making sure there were no good sight lines from the house to the car.The passionate clinch in the back seat had relaxed. Jenny pulled my lips to hers for a kiss that was beyond my knowledge. She told me, "Call me. Come to see me..