She wasn't walking out of the room, so I was encouraged to keep talking about us fucking. Even if she wouldn't let me fuck her, it was exciting talkin...g to her about fucking and I was surprised that she wasn't objecting to me using the word, fuck."Why not, if you want to." But, it's not right, between brother and sister." Why not, you're a beautiful woman with healthy motives and don't tell me that you don't have a little desire to do it. Go on, tell me that you don't have any desire to have sex. "Victor, what are you doing here?" mom asked, the words almost catching in her throat."I came to see you," he sneered. "I thought maybe we can pick up where we left off." Victor, get out of here," she told him abruptly, "I never want to see you again." Yeah, well I think you owe me," he said, "Look what that asshole husband of yours did to me; he was the one who worked me over that day; you know how I know it was him, because the son-of-a bitch admitted it, hell he bragged about it," he. It comes into my mind that Nicole has heard the whole of my ordeal and is probably enjoying witnessing my suffering and humiliation. The young one kneels between my legs and starts to wank, occasionally groping a breast. Soon I feel the warm filthy sperm hit my cunt and the inside of my thighs. The other one follows and he squirts on my cunt, pubic hair and belly. He then rubs his dick on my tits and all over my face. Mick intervenes. “OK you two; fuck off now. You’ve had your fun!” They leave. Her pussy, with her neatly trimmed red curls, could also be clearly seen through the material. Her silky red hair flowed down around her shoulders. And sitting on the bed beside her was a tray with chocolate covered strawberries and two glasses of wine. Wow. was all Len could say as she took everything in. Welcome home baby. Randa said in the sexiest voice she could muster. Len walked over with a huge smile on her face. Whats the occasion? Randa smiled back. No occasion. I just wanted to do.