He was hard and surprisingly very large, he had grown since I last saw him, he had one that I drooled and dreamt about, and for a few minutes I watche...d in silence as my sister kissed his cock, her red lipstick making a bow like pattern on his shaft, this was so fucking wrong, but I was drawn into the live action, and realized it had awoken a deep desire of my own, I found myself wetting my knickers as I stood in silence watching my sister devour my son, she was administering a full blow-job on. ?Then it was time to wake up the sleeping beauty, at eight o'clock sharp, very sharp.?I fixed her early morning tea tray, picked up one of the newspapers and shuffled to her bedroom.?Stopped in the doorway, frozen to the spot.?Shit, but that girl was, is lovely!?Not least like that, sleeping peacefully, with a small smile playing on her lips and her blonde mane spread on the pillow.I wouldn't mind staying there for days on end, drinking in her beauty, but there was work to do, hard work, so I. The words ‘Bitch’ and ‘Whore’ equally visible on each thigh. The smell of sperm was overwhelming in my nostrils and the taste in my mouth was acrid. My stomach churned with the quantity of the stuff I had swallowed and it was taking me all my concentration not to puke with my knickers in my mouth. Master tugged the chain of my nipple clamps hard and pulled me forward. This took my mind off any thought of retching and I teetered unstably on my heels as he marched me quickly towards a tree stump.. We were both having sex for the first time so neither of us knew exactly what we were doing. For the first few moments, I was pounding into her while she slammed back on me but we were out of sync. We had no fuck rhythm so I kept slipping out of her. When I did, she would reach for me and help me put my swollen muscle back into her. I slowed down deliberately so she could move with me. It wasn’t long before Claire and I found a rhythm so we were climbing to higher and higher levels of.