Everything seemed to go well that day. Very well in some respects.Barely two minutes later I saw my sister wearing just knickers and bra. I’d seen h...r like that a few times over the years, but never often enough in my opinion. It was only for a second, and she didn’t see me, but that image, like a few others of her, would be burned into my memory for a long time. She did have a stunning figure, and I just knew I would go looking for those particular knickers, and very soon.First lesson on a. I reached back and put my hands on the edge of the desk, allowing me to move my hips and fuck him faster. It felt as though his cock was able to slide much further into my pussy. He responded, thrusting up into me with increasing urgency. I guessed he’d soon be spurting his cum into my pussy. I wanted to cum again, so tilted my hips a little, forcing the shaft of his cock against my g-spot, teasing me as he moved in and out. With my g-spot extremely sensitive, I began breathing hard and moaning. I didn't find her. "Fatima?" I asked, sitting up and rubbing the sleep from my eyes. My bed was empty. I glanced at the clock and saw it was a little after three in the morning. I hadn't been sleeping that long, maybe an hour. I stretched and stood up. "Fatima?" I called louder.I walked out of my bedroom into my living room/kitchen. My one-bedroom, basement apartment was so tiny that there was no separation from the kitchen and the living room. I frowned, wondering where she was. Did she go. As much as Tommy loved this onslaught, he was very pleased about Dieter’s missing knuckles. When he felt Dieter’s thick wrist boring into his backside, he let out a garbled yelp on Max’s dick. As a reward, Tommy’s head was yanked upward and when he was at eye-level with Max, a huge blob of spit was blasted onto his face. Instantly, his head was again lowered onto Max’s horn as Dieter began to churn his wrist in Tommy’s butt.As this attack continued, Tommy heard the banter of the voices of men.