" Is he all right?" Physically he's healthy. But his eyes, Michael; When I look into them I see only pain and anguish. He remembers, Michael. He may n...ot remember much else, but he remembers how I betrayed him." But couldn't we..." There is no we anymore, Michael. It was wonderful, I can't deny that. But the dream is over. Now we must return to reality. You must go about your life and I must go about mine — separately." Is there nothing I can say... ?" Nothing." Then this is good-bye?" Yes,. My fingers dropped to his buts and gave them a proper fondling. Grasping his cock again, I rolled his foreskin down over his glans. His knob was wet and glistening with his secretions. I jerked his now fully hard cock slowly, up and down, moving his hood with each stroke. “Jeez, that feels so bloody good, mmmmm.”“I like it too,” I chuckled.I stopped stroking him for a moment but held onto his cock while I admired it. His cock had grown to 7 or 8 inches and it felt hard yet soft in my hand. It. I did what I was told.After a few minutes, another couple came upstairs and stood at the door. They were both taller and looked to be late 30’s or early 40’s. She was blond, long hair, tall, larger breast, nice legs and nice looking. They stood in the door way for a little bit and then walk over and stood a couple of feet away from us, between us and the group we were watching. I returned to fingering my wife’s pussy while we watched the two other couples. The two ladies were now bent over. “Of course, you love yourself ... but do you love me, too?” Jessica knew exactly what she meant with that cute line.It was a fresh reminder to me that her butt belonged to me. By her own consent, it was mine, my property, to use as I deemed fit. Jess wasn’t just my stepsister and my lover. She was also my butt-slut, my cum whore, and my personal plaything. She made that abundantly clear to me by now. My sister was my slut, plain and simple. Every part of her was mine and we both knew it. Hell,.