He pulls all the way out of me and says to the guy in front “You need to have a seat man, I’m just about ready to blow!” He sits down on the bac...k of the couch; his legs spread apart, and directs the guy I’ve been sucking to sit between his legs. I’m lost again, but I’m sure these guys have practiced moves and positions they have used plenty of times before and they know what they’re doing. The bendy guy sits down with the other guy’s balls nearly resting on his forehead and directs me to. Finally, my chance came one night after I heard them fighting. I even heard her call him a “frigid son of a bitch.” Sure enough an hour later there she was in that sexy shortie nightie spread out on the couch. I felt like a man on a mission; the freedom of the whole world depended on whether or not I fucked my SIL and I had better do it. This time I strolled over to the couch and sat beside that plump ass and placed both hands right on it.In a matter of moments I was kneading both cheeks. I hesitated, but he ordered me again. I meekly did as he commanded. My nipples tingled with anticipation. I stood by the window and stripped down to my bra and panties, then looked at him to see if he was serious about me continuing.He answered me by tossing me a blindfold. “Will this help you forget your audience?” he said. I put on the blindfold and slowly undid my bra. It dropped to the floor. “Now the panties”. I slipped the panties down my thighs and stepped out of them. I assumed every. ‘What have you been putting off?’ ‘Important stuff… that I’ve waited too long to do.’ ‘You practically had that report in my hands before I asked for it. Everyone I know says great things about your work.’ ‘Not my work,’ she said. ‘Then what?’ She scooted up to eye level with me, looking down. Her white shirt was buttoned low, and I caught sight of her lacy bra before she was on me, her face almost touching mine. She put a hand on my chest. ‘I miss back when we worked together,’ she whispered..