Seems she liked to lend an ear when I offloaded to her about my marital difficulties. She was certainly a woman who knew the allure she held over men....Aside from her looks and accent, she also had a very sexual nature, constantly thinking of or talking about such matters. I don't know if it was a French thing, but she was unlike any woman I'd known. She once even took a tape measure out of her desk drawer, and measuring up 12cm pronounced, "My husband's cock's this big..." Staggered, and for. He’d come loaded for bear, ready to shoot anything that moved. The sisters seemed willing to indulge his constant need to stop-and-click, though they dragged him on if he lingered too long. Ordered chaos, the tour was, and so much so that the first two days were exhausting enough to forestall any arguments on sleeping arrangements. Simply sleeping in the same bed was easy enough, but the large, spacious rooms weren’t designed with privacy in mind, killing any chance for either woman to get some. She stared at me wide eyed in pain and shock; her pupils dilated, her mouth open and a soft moan escaping her throat.At the sight of my sister's agonized face so close up I fell back onto the bed, and since I still held her firmly around her waist, pulled her even harder down onto me forcing my cock another couple of centimeters deeper into her. Again she cried out in pain and I moaned deeply as the strain on my foreskin increased."Lay still," I hissed and she stopped her struggling. "You're. Remembering a number of times he’d come the last few days he could only smirk. Hell, if this kept up he could most definitely get used to it. He tried to remember all he could about her; Bast - Egyptian cat goddess of pleasure, music, and dancing. She was highly devoted to her lover, goddess of fertility, protector of pregnant women and households. Shaking his head he had to agree she did seem extremely loyal. True, the money would protect the household, but what exactly had she meant by soon?.