It wasn't long, but the head was enormous. The sofa was wide enough that he could put one leg up and leave one on the floor and fit between my legs. I... opened as wide as I could, and let out a loud yelp when he pushed it inside. He was saying crude things as he started pumping, like "Oh baby your pussy feels good . . ." Even though with his big stomach I was feeling squished, the way his thick cock pressed against my clit I felt an orgasm building fast, and I guess he could tell because he. My mind was reeling as I turned the key in the lock, Id get back to the bedroom so we could talk about ground rules, comfort zones, & whatever, and THEN we- My train of thought was interrupted abruptly when, as I turned into the hallway leading to the bedroom, I heard something unmistakeable – the sound of Saras voice echoed down the hallway as she moaned, oh my God…yes…more… Instantly my cock was rock hard and throbbing. The fuckers started without me, but it didnt bug me all that much – this. My hand had slipped between my sister's thighs to touch her lightly-furred vulva, and just as I was about to take the final leap into madness and slide a finger into her pussy -- someone pounded loudly on the door. "Don't get all shriveled up in there!" a male voice bellowed on the other side, and we quickly broke apart. I gritted my teeth, furious. It was our cousin Glen, a totally immature dipshit who lived to be annoying. "Piss off, Glen!" I snapped. I swear I could hear him snicker as he. Abi went back to the room to change into women's clothes while I went to the livery stable to sell our horses, mule, and tack. The bastard cheated me with the pittance he paid for our stuff, but I couldn't take the time to haggle with him. Abi and I got to the stage office just in time to buy the tickets, and we found that I would have to ride up top with the driver and shotgun guard because of the unusual number of passengers.Six people rode inside on the benches and I was the seventh.