He had developed a rather carefree, swinger-like attitude. However, the actual reason for my friend being cool with the way I was around ma’am was b...cause he fucked my sister whenever she was in the city (which was quite often). I had no problem with it, because he was a friendly and amiable character… outside the bedroom. Hence, he had no issue with how I found his mother extremely irresistible, or the fact that I wanked fantasizing about her on occasion using a framed photo in the living. I do remember feeling somewhat nervous that I wouldn't be able to pee. He actually sat down on the side of the tub, within arm's reach of me standing at the toilet. I lowered my pants, pulling them down like I normally would. I remember that he suggested that I drop them all the way to the floor so that he could see me actually holding my penis. "I started to pee and he was watching intently. He then asked if I would mind if he held it the next time I peed. I agreed, again not thinking. But, god, that dildo felt amazing.I tongued my little sister’s pussy so hard as I bucked back into Clint’s thrusts. My tongue swirled through her folds, making her gasp and squirm. I licked back up to her asshole, tonguing her sour musk again. I reamed her bowels, probing my tongue as deep into her as I could, making my Mis...little sister moan and gasp.My butt plug twisted in me every time Clint thrust into me. His crotch smacked into my burning ass, sending stinging agony to my pussy, heating. She kicked me in the balls and said, “Do not talk to me like that! Where’s fun if you cum to soon.” After what seen like hours and hours of bring me to the edge of cumming and then stopping, I begged her to let me cum; my balls were heavy and felt like they were going to explode. “What do I get out of it?” she said. “Anything, just let me cum please,” I replied. “Anything?” she said. “Yes, just let me fucking cum!” I replied. She grabbed my balls and squeezed them, “What the fuck did I tell you.