“I don't know. But fuck them. They should fuck their brother or sister and find out for themselves. Then we'll know who is really fucked up,” I re...plied. “Not us. We love each other,” Steve said. “Damn right, now kiss me,” I replied. Then we kissed each other yet again. "You really thought I wanted to stop fucking you?" I asked. "Well maybe I just took it out of context. But I know what you meant now," Steve replied. "You are a dummy though," I said. "Be nice," Steve replied. We just cuddled for. By now he was directly in line with C’s outstretched body, and he paused. I looked across at my wife. She was deeply asleep, one leg fully extended, the other bent at the knee, raised up and leaning outwards. It was obvious that from where he was standing, her cunt was fully visible, her patch of auburn hair, golden in the sun, open to view. He turned towards the sea, and for a while stood still, watching the waves gently lapping against the beach and the rocks. I was in a dilemma: should I. ****Dad came back into town the next day and everything between Sam and I seemed back to normal. It made sense of course, because Sam and I were both at the mercy of Dad's money. I needed him to keep paying my private school tuition and even though she had a job, there was no way Sam could possibly earn enough to live like Dad could afford. We both had it pretty good and we knew it, even if Dad was kind of a dick. Of course I couldn't stop hoping that Sam would catch me again. I looked forward. The next time she does this I feel my dick tear past her barrier and she collapses on my chest and can feel her tears hitting my chest. She stays there a few minutes and looks at Natalia and says; "Oh my god that hurt!" Natalia looks at her and says; " It will get better in a moment just keep moving up and down you'll see what I mean." Rachelle started moving again, putting her hands on my chest again, slowly pushing me in further, until I was buried the whole way into her soaking wet tight.