I was being railed into the mattress, I felt like a slut, and rightly so. I was loving it and I could feel his cock running in and out of my ass like ...a piston.The bed was also making noises. It was all in the same rhythm – his cock, the creaking of the mattress, my moans and his grunts. Sex was like music. He then pulled out and turned me over.He lifted my legs up and kept them on his shoulders. We had shifted to missionary. He kissed me and entered me at the same time. He fucked me slower and. If you had not asked these questions, we would have forgotten the whole thing.”“OK, Donna, let me sleep on it for a few days. I need to run this around in my head and have a long talk with Kendi.”“No problem. Thank you for even considering the possibility. Do you have any other questions?”“If I say no, will it mean that our families can’t be friends?”“See what I mean? Thank you for caring.”“Renee, we have a great amount of respect for you and Donna, as professionals and as people. I’m going to. He was shaking, not knowing what the hell to do,just knowing that he couldn't let anyone see him like this. He had toget away, but he was naked from the waist down, and sure as hell noneof his clothes were going to fit over this whale-ass. He realised thatthere was only one thing to do, and he hung his head as he reachedtowards his sister's wardrobe.He pulled out a pair of her jeans, and fell over as he tried to pullthem on standing up. His huge backside easily cushioned the fall, but,as he lay. Exquisite pain, exquisite tit torture.And now he was finishing her off, finger fucking hercunt violently.As Jean started to cum, she began to collapse. I caughther and held her up as she shook with her orgasm. Shecame and she came and she came. As she came, I couldn’tresist feeling her tits, pulling lightly on the pinsthrough her tits, teasing her tits with the pins stuckright through them. And when her orgasm was over, shecollapsed to her knees on the cum stained floor, herpinned tits.