Barbara watched the video replay with complete attention. She was taken back to that fateful afternoon and the experiences she had at the hands of Mar...a."Well, well, well isn't this an interesting piece of cinematic history!"Barbara snapped back to reality at the sound of Teresa's voice. Standing in the wings, hands-on hips that were tilted at a saucy angle, Teresa had viewed the final moments of the video. The monitor screen went black."What do you think you're going to gain with this?". I was always up for it – she rarely was. Now I know why. From the stories I had read of hers it was obvious to me that she craved to be mastered by a greater man than me. I was shorter than her, that was one problem. Oh why did she marry me if that is what she wanted? I was hardly the archetypal man having more in common with Mr Bean than Mr Darcy. I decided to go on as if nothing had happened and mull over what to do. Then one day I happened to find a slip of paper in the lounge. Sophie had. She squealed in delight, her pussy clenching down so hard on my dick as she slammed down my shaft. I groaned, my balls aching. I couldn’t hold out for long. Not in the hot heat of my sister’s pussy. Her bedsprings creaked as she rode me so hard, so fast, bucking on me, beaming at me as the pleasure crossed her face.And then it happened. She slammed down my cock. My balls couldn’t take it any longer. The pressure exploded out of me. Hot cum spurted into my sister’s incestuous depths. I groaned,. "I blushed to find myself as the sudden center of attention. Somethingoccurred to me. "Um, Becky, when you were -- I mean last year, did you-- um." I trailed off, at a loss for words, as a couple of the girlsgiggled."You mean when I was Bruce?" Becky replied innocently. Yesterday atBikini Beach, Becky had told us that she was actually Bruce Miura,someone I knew at school. I'd had trouble actually believing her,until I mentioned something we both hoped everyone had forgotten. Myface burned.