.. and it showed ... felt ... something. The woods felt quiet, like there was something slipping in...He noticed he was talking out loud. "Jesus ... s...ooked myself. I wonder if I can get my job back? I liked working for the Marshals. The pay was decent, and the hours were good. Maybe I can get back on."When the ladies popped back into the room, Bill was sitting in front of the TV sipping coffee ... he'd hooked up the computer to the flat screen and was watching the procedures DVD's. E'veen sat. “Damn, baby sister, you are so fucking tight!” Brantley said through a grunt.“No, you are so fucking huge! God, Missy, how do you fuck this!” I screeched as I looked at her.Missy did not say a word. She just lied there on the towel, my body between her legs, and she just smiled.And then I felt it. It felt like my natural split had ripped another seam, but my brother had finally penetrated me with his long hard thick cock. I felt my wet elastic walls give and wrap around him. There were tears in. She lingered briefly on her clit. The soft roughness was almost like Sam’s tongue. She mentally shook herself. Behave, she thought laughing!Jamie reached for her worn Terry cloth robe. She hesitated. Then she rummaged through her closet. She found the pink satin robe she was looking for. It was part of a role play outfit John had given her many Valentine’s Days ago. It included an impossibly tiny thong and a shelf bra.She found the thong and slipped into it. The tiny triangle of cloth. She pictured thick, ropey ribbons of hot white cum shooting from that colossal cock, enough to drench a woman's face, breasts, and hair. She visualized herself kneeling reverently before this boy and worshiping his colossal penis with her mouth and hands until he erupted all over her face—an image, as she sat in her office recalling it, that nearly triggered her orgasm.But then she stopped herself. There was one more player to add to her alpha-male fantasy roster.E.J. Barbadora—scary looking.