Makaela on the other hand was lost in primal lust. Tears streamed down her face and water from her nose. Having Tina crash into her poor bouncing ass ...with every thrust caused agony, but also pleasure enough to turn her into an animal. She didn’t care she was crying and her nose was running nor did she care drool ran down her chin. She didn’t care that her voice was going hoarse from screaming, and her body glistened with sweat. All she knew was that she needed more, her pussy was on the hottest. I glared at her to shut up."And my boss, you know Ed? He wears an earring," Janice pointed out.That's true, I thought. And her boss, 6'3" (190 cm), was certainly no sissy.Janice stepped close to me, put her hand behind my head and placed her lips next to my ear."Paul," she whispered, "I want you to do this for me." Her hot breath caused me to shiver. She gently nibbled on my earlobe, and then continued, "and I promise that you won't regret it."My breath caught in my throat. I was pretty certain. All thoughts of what I should or shouldn’t do are wiped from my mind when Emily releases my cock and throws one of her legs over both of my legs so that she is straddling me and then brushes her long dyed pink hair over her shoulders before leaning forward and kissing me.I don’t know how to respond to her kiss, if I should push her away or open my mouth and let her tongue that I can feel flicking over my lips enter my mouth. My mind is screaming at me to push her away and get myself out of this. I stood there and watched for 15 minutes as he continued to fuck Nisha (my sister). Watching her getting fucked made me hot as well and I too now wanted to get fucked. Amit came inside Nisha and fell over her. He kissed her back. Both of them were now exhausted.“What is your name?”, he asked.“Nisha”, my sister replied tiredly.“I am Amit”, he said, “I enjoyed fucking you. Did you enjoy it, Nisha?”“Yes”, she sighed. “A lot.”“Do you want more?”, he asked again.“Yes”, said Nisha.Amit pulled his.