“What was all that noise?” he said. “Nothing baby. Just having a bit of fun with my vibrator. Teasing you turns me on so much.” Sarah said, be...ding down to kiss him. “But I’m done now. Do you still want to cum?” “Yes!” he cried. “Please let me cum.” “Ok baby, just relax.” She moved away and sat down at her desk, my cue to start doing my work. Joe’s cock had gone limp without stimulation, but was still thick. I could smell my sister’s cum on him, exciting me even more. My own cock was hard. She looked towards me, gave the nod I was waiting for, and we started walking our horses forward. The rules of the game were simple. At the first row of troughs we would speed the horses to a trot, then at the second row to a canter, the object being to see which of us had achieved more orgasms by the time we pulled up at the lower shelterbelt – strict honesty being taken for granted, and the loser to buy the drinks at the pub on the way home, with each of us having to buy our own in the case. It takes a toll on him, he’ll shake, have fits. You can see him shut everything and everyone out, he’s off far away somewhere in the past, I suppose.“He’s vulnerable to these… certain kinds of stimuli, certain reminders we try to help him avoid. Otherwise, he’d be enjoying a normal life with his niece and her children. So, if you’re comfortable with it, before I leave for the weekend, I’d like to make sure they assign you a different room… Charlie.”“Well, hell…” he mused with a dry, earnest. Her tone of voice suggested she was challenging Ronnie.“I don’t know. I can’t imagine it. I can’t imagine him wanting to, or me wanting him to. But I couldn’t imagine having the orgasm he gave me, either.” She looked at Bob. “I loved that. You can touch me like that any time you want to.”Bob frowned. “You know where this is leading,” he said.“I know where you think it’s leading,” said Alex.“I don’t care where it’s leading,” said Ronnie. “I’m so glad I went to college!”“Ronnie?” said Bob,.