“Holy fuck!” she growls through clenched teeth.Her pussy grapples with her brother’s thrusting meat. She can feel her juices leaking out down th...e man’s legs and onto his balls. She doesn’t even stand a chance to catch her breath when he picks up his pace—lifting her up and slamming her body back down onto him over and over, deeper and deeper. The woman feels another orgasm on the hells of her first, and just when the first subsides, the next comes crashing through her. Rita’s nipples are almost. ”I lifted my hand before he could make anymore remarks. I had grown up with Ivy, at twelve we were pledged and at thirteen married. She went into a private church school and I stayed at home with tutors. I turned in at a large manor on the edge of the city. I swung down and grabbed my rifle, the orb and saddlebags.A stable boy came out and I tossed a copper, “rub her down.”He grinned and nodded and I walked to the side door into the house. I used the back stairs and climbed to the third floor.. She does as told and stops struggling. Though her legs flinch in a notion to close themselves; the man has wedged himself good between the strong pair of legs. She feels the cold metal start to slip between her panties and soft skin. She fights her hardest to stay still hoping not to be cut. A rough motion from the man cut the panties in one motion as he collects the shabby fabric and stuffs them into his pocket. He mentions “These could be useful later.” The man moves closer and closer to her. “You are very interested in her, should I be jealous?” said Lynette. “No, I just see it as a bit of a challenge, to try and get a smile and some positive reactions from her,” I replied. “She’s okay, but very shy. When I do get her to open up, she admits to wanting to have a boyfriend. She’s not a lesbian or anything.” “Ah! I didn't think about her being a lesbian, I’d like to watch a couple of them at it,” I said, as I slipped my hand between her legs. “Enough of all this talk, I need to get to.