The next morning, I awoke feeling completely disoriented. I was in a strange room, in a strange city, sprawled out on a strange floor, and being kept ...warm by a strange something-or-other. That morning fog took forever to lift, only allowing the pieces of the puzzle to fall back into place after it had dissipated from my brain. The first thing I recognized was that the something-or-other laying on my chest was my sister. The second thing I understood was that she was absent-mindedly playing with. Soon she increased her pace and started moaning with my brother’s name “oohhhhh lord fuckk me son ohhh yeaa feels sooooo good am cumming she shivered and cummed all over that cucumber and white fluid started to come, I could smell her cum which was good . I got back to my senses and ran out. I was so eagerly waiting for the night to come because I wanted to masturbate for the first time.At night I started to undress in front of the body length mirror I had in my room and I admired my boobs. I want you to make me come, BUT… the first one of you that comes before I allow it is fired. Understand?” They both nodded their heads and moved towards her. Hands began to roam all over her body and she loved it. She had never felt so alive as she did at this moment. She closed her eyes and was instantly lost in the sensation. Hands roamed all over her body, touching, rubbing, massaging, and pinching everywhere. Her clothes were being unbuttoned painfully slow and she loved it. With. Isolde felt her crotch begin to tighten, and she took a deep breath. Quickly making a decision, she took a sip of her wine, and handing the glass to George, said, “Set that on the floor for me please.” She then reached beneath the sheets with each hand, and lightly took one penis in each hand. “If you guys are going to play, I need both hands.” She started slowly stroking both their penises, and was exhilarated by the sudden rush of power, as she felt each of them begin to harden. Acting almost.