She seemed to take in the way the boys were dressed. She called the kids and told them something in the language I didn't recognize."Aw! But Marie -" ...they started, but the look she gave them did not need translation. They put the bags down and headed back in the direction from which we came, pouting.When they were well out of earshot, Marie turned that look on me. "What does my brother do for you, Mesiour Jons?" I hired him to do household maintenance. You know the sort of thing - plumbing,. She stopped walking as he shut the door behind them and then walked to stand in front of her.His eyes were cool and collected as he looked his slave up and down. Slowly he crossed his arms and leaned back against the edge of the couch, showing he was relaxed.His slave, on the other hand, was anything but. Her heart was pounding as her hands reached up to pull off her shirt, then move down to slide off her shorts.The cool eyes watched her every move, as more and more skin was revealed. She. . . it may NOT be posted on any site that requires a ‘membership fee’ of any kind. Posting is permitted on a site that requires an “Adult Verification Service”, provided the service costs only a few dollars a year for access to many sites (the way “Adultcheck” used to be) but not on an ‘Adultcheck Gold’ site, which requires much more money. This story reflects the casual relationship between a married couple, reflecting their total acceptance of each other’s fantasies. Birth Control is assumed. "Bye Kristina!" I yell. Lauren just waves her hand that isn't holding my spent cock. With Kristina gone, I pull my sister up on top of me and kiss her tenderly on the lips."You still want to do mom, don't you?" I ask."Yeah, especially after today," she answers. "Would you like to join us like you did with me and Kristina?" I just look at her. That's an interesting question. Do I want to fuck my mother? Could I even get it up for mom? It's so weird to even be thinking about it. But then again,.