’ And a capitulation in his that was equally upsetting. He left and I turned to look at her. ‘He seems like a good kid,’ I began… ‘Oh, he is....’ She paused, seemed to consider her next words carefully: ‘You’re good with kids, aren’t you?’ I shrugged. ‘Been accused once or twice.’ She leaned close as if to whisper in my ear but I felt her tongue instead, felt her warm breath, and things seemed to grow a little dim. ‘I wanna fuck you,’ she whispered, ‘so much. Ever since I saw you out there, on the. “Wha …?” she moaned. “Oh my fucking God!”While she couldn’t move as she was pinned into position by Sherri’s legs wrapped around her back Bart started to set up a steady rhythm stroking her tight wet pussy with each stroke of his hard cock from it bulbous head to it thick base. She started out moaning No God Stop Bart! But she was soon begging Bart to keep fucking hard as he pressed her face back into her sister wet slimy pussy.“Clean her up good you little slut” Bart said. “Lick every bit of. It didn’t show in her dancing, though. In fact, Mary felt like she’d never danced this well before. She began to shimmy, her hips vibrating from side to side as she brought her knees up and down, and now Mary was sure she was dancing better than she’d ever danced before. She’d never been able to make the move look this fluid, this effortless, but as she stared at herself in the mirror, Mary saw everything that Madam Raisa had been trying to teach her, all expressed in the body of the other Mary. But I'd never found myself thinking about her, particularly when I pleasured myself, which I very often did. Maybe it was semi normal for boys, even young men to occasionally fantasize about their mothers or sisters, but not having any, I'd never really done that, the few times those type of thoughts had actually entered my head, even hinting at going in that direction, I'd immediately turned my thoughts elsewhere, effectively heading them off.Now however, I lay there in bed, feeling my.