It came from the heart, a place she had hoped her extended stay away had capped off, but returning home had reopened the wound.The memories of Jim, ly...ng on the sofa, watching the figures on his prized possession, yelling at the team or the referee or contestants in a game show, were so stark. The time since his death had not diminished the expectancy of him. Painfully close was his voice, his space, even the smell of him.Rachel stood; eyes closed and relived snippets of conversation, demands. It was paining a lot for her. She was moaning.Since my sister was at home, I tried closing her mouth with my hands and lips and tried to reduce her moaning. Still, I guess my sister could hear it. We were not in a position to stop and we continued our fucking. Slowly, but steadily with the use of my saliva, I was able to insert my penis inside her pussy. She might have broken her hymen during her masturbation. She did not bleed thankfully. However, she was feeling very hot and unbelievably. As we started drinking, Rishab started telling us more about his job. He asked me about my work and family as we had not met too many times before.After an hour, the conversation started turning more casual. Sneha and Rishab started talking about their college days. They started gossiping about who used to date who etc. They told me about the game they used to play in college, ‘Truth or Dare’.Sneha suggested that we play the game now. We obliged and started the game. It was my turn first and I. Round robin? Or just pick one until it comes... ?”The other two looked at each other before Cheyenne snorted “As if you have to ask Niki! But, um. I don’t mind. They are all nice boys. Let’s, hmmm. Niki take Jeremy, I will take Chuck, and Cyndi you start with Ben. Move every 30 seconds? Or longer?”Looking at each other the girls thought, Cyndi agreeing “Oh ... thirty seconds sounds good’, All the while, each of them were imagining touching and tasting three different pricks.“No one better say.