There was nothing more he could do. He grabbed his clothes and dressed. When he left the room she heard him say, "Damn fuck'n whore." He slammed t...he door on the way out. One down--three to go.Bruce was next to enter. He was about 30, medium build and not bad to look at. He undressed quickly and got on the mattress with Deanna who said, "Well what can I do for you?" Bruce was straight and to the point, "Honey, I get pussy at home, what I can't get is anal sex. My ole lady just ain't. Her soft skin was as white as snow. She had the smile of a princess and the kindness of a saint. She never cursed or held a grudge against anyone. She had no tattoos and piercings because she is a sophisticated lady. She had a British accent and loves to listen to soft rock music. She was not a tomboy, and you could tell because she always wore makeup and short skirts with black leather-high-heels and fishnet stockings that barely reached her thighs. She would also wear fishnet stockings on her. When I spilled my load inside Sam’s twat, she creamed herself all over again, and she even licked my fingers clean from her own butt. She winked at me and mouthed that her cornhole was fully cleaned out, just to reassure me that she wouldn’t get sick. I playfully smacked her buttocks and turned her around to make out with her, using a great deal of tongue. Yeah, she was mine now and I would make full use of her.“I’m yours now, Charles Mazzini. Never forget that! I’m yours now and I will. Then we heard the front door open, so she quickly ran for the shower, and I headed to my room to get changed.After this session of oral sex, Beth was addicted, and wanted to suck me off any chance she got. Everyday after school we would go home to pleasure each other. The blowjobs were always great, but I always wanted more, and was constantly imagining about fucking my sister. The only thing holding me back was the risk of getting her pregnant. I knew that Beth would want to have sex if I.