Kelly now had a film of sweat on her body, and each time I thrust into her, she let out a gasping, throaty sound. “Uhh! Uhh! Uhh!,” was the sound ...that filled the room, accompanied by my own heavy, hissing breaths, as I slammed my cock into my sister, and then it happened for her. She tilted her head back, her eyes seemed to focus in the distance, and she said, “Ohh, God!! I’m cumming again, Ryan, I’m cumming again!” Her face looked like she was about to cry, but she closed her eyes, and her own. What would we say? "Seems I turn into a tentacle monster for six hours every night! It's cured my insomnia, and I don't have cavities anymore!" Worse things would happen if he was believed than if he wasn't. We've tried to figure out what happened on the day he can't remember, but there's nothing. No clue.He's said so many times that he'd understand if I left. I think he knows now that I won't, but it confuses him. He said once that I should, and I slapped him. At least he didn't say that. We did invite someone to wrestle Linda, someone who we had sourced via the Internet, she travelled some way and stayed in a nearby hotel. She had a big wrestling fetish, like minded and really into wrestling women, also she was happy that I watch. The evening before the bout we met Angela in her hotel to see if both parties were happy with the idea and agree rules etc. Angela was about Linda’s age slightly taller and of much the same build medium to large breasts. She was blonde slim and really. So where is your wife, Joe? she blurted out. Oh, she is out with the kids, soccer game tonight. I hope that is okay?. Sure she replied, she knew she would be home soon anyway, soccer games cant go past 8:30 usually. Surely he wouldnt risk anything with her not far. They talked about basic things, about how the week had been, the weather, work and various other issues. She had not been there for long. The wine was delicious and she asked for another glass. Joe grinned. She again had no idea what.