The evil bitches! They were the cruelest of all his tormenters!Once, Inger had said, cruelly as usual, "In a certain light you could almost pass for h...man, Igor."How everyone - even his mother - had laughed. Greta was the one who came up with the nickname "Igor the Bigger". None of his sisters deserved the lives that came along with their pretty little bodies!If only a magic genie would come along and swap their souls. He would love to see one of the girls struggle to live within his 'bigger'. This allowed another to crawl beneath her and, lying on his back, enter her now vacant omeko. She groaned and bucked, moved her mouth from one dick to the next, sucking, pulling with her hands, and aiming a load onto her tits or taking it in her mouth. The man behind her lifted her by her hips and walked her, cock still buried in her ass, over to the mattress. The attention of the cameras was redirected. He reclined on the mattress and she squatted astride his hips. Another man took this. That's when I heard Mike, my husband moaning and talking to someone. I could not make out what he was saying but I had heard that lusty voice before many times. It sounded as if Mike was making love to someone and it was coming from the office/den where the PC was set up. Something in the pit of my stomach began to turn. Why I silently moved along the hallway I cannot say. It is the oddest things that stick with you as events unfold that change your life. I distinctly recall that it was. “Damn, this is so hot,” Denise hissed. I felt her body spasm as she brought herself off next to me. “I need more. I need you inside me,” she said, moving quickly to straddle my waist, facing me. I quickly considered the consequences of what we were about to do. Our new rules. Was this a violation? How would Roger or Carol react if they discovered us? These thoughts flashed through my head as Denise grasped my cock. She arched her tits into my face. The pinhead sized brain in my dick made up my.