” Gwen gasped. She was close herself. Not her favorite for of masturbation, but humping something so firm was cool if your dick was was safely out o...f the way! “You’re so close to having a nice big belly!”“Please!” Helen gasped. “Gwen, n-no more!”Gwen couldn’t help herself. She mashed her wet pussy against the wonderful hardness of her sister’s curved cock. She knew that her bouncing rocking motions were repeatedly causing the buried head to sensually stretch her sister’s uterus. She was forcing. A LOT. Our cum mixed together as she breathed heavily. I pulled my penis out and she licked it clean for me as I licked her pussy clean. “I hate you.” She hissed as she was cheated out of cigarettes. I ignored her made her bend over as I started to fuck her in the ass. This time I switched the process and made myself impatient. I fucked her ass hardly for a while before I reached the point of cumming and slowed down a bit. My dick just begged to be released, but I had plenty of self control.. It only felt nice to touch and be touched on my thing (my word for pussy and pee hole) and buds (my word for breasts then).Of course this fantasy accompanied me throughout my life and development and when I grew enough and knew what sex is and that I could enjoy orgasms; my experience with the tailor evolved to her giving me orgasms and having sex with each other. At this point you might think my whole idea of sex was this fantasy. But this is completely false; this fantasy only helped me to be. I was aware of you moving rapidly under me, your sharp nails etching patterns on my back, your sharp teeth in my shoulder or neck, the savage sounds that you threw into the room, your legs that for one minute would be spread wide apart would the next minute be wrapped tightly around my body, your tight flower that was now overflowing with nectar that clings to my stem as it rapidly emerges and submerge, the slapping sounds of our body meeting my own inhuman sounds. Yet all these came to an.