I took her hand pulling her up from the chair, “now you do me” She followed very well remembering most every detail. After I came on her face we ...oved to the couch. After setting her on it she watched with much interest as I stepped into and adjusted my strap on harness. I stroked my rubber cock for a moment before instructing her to suck it. She was rather clumsy about it so I pulled away, grabbing a dildo I showed her first hand how to properly suck one. She made a vast improvement which if. “Will you look at those cocks go, Sandra, you’re one lucky bitch, aren’t you?”I grunted and climaxed with both cocks pushing into me like pistons. It was James that announced that he was coming with me.“Come in your mother’s cunt, James!” my sister shouted. “Will you look at that smile on his face, Sandra.”I did open my eyes and I did look at the smile on James’ face. It made me smile too. I shook on top of them both. My legs shivered and I suddenly felt a hand on my left breast. When I looked. She felt awake, alive, as though she was inhabiting her own body for the first time. The pain in her joints had subsided, and felt suffused with a new energy. Smiling, she removed her sticky fingers from her still-wet pussy, a thrill of pleasure shooting through her as she deliberately ran a finger over her clitoris. Surprisingly, it didn't feel chafed or raw at all, unlike her previous marathon masturbations.Drawing her hand up out from underneath the sheets, she noticed the heady aroma of sex. I remember cursing myself for masturbating already that morning. She wore only a white housecoat and I could see her legs just barely above her couch. She set up anironing board and began ironing facing me directly. In my mind the belt of her housecoat is coming undone and it's falling open to revealtiny white lace panties and a lacy bra. I'm aware of my surroundings as I begin to masturbate slowly savouring the opportunity. I make nosecret of myself watching her but she pays no heed. She irons.