“I have a friend from my yoga class who’s a real estate agent. I can call her and see if she can come up with some options”. She suggested.Befor...e we could continue the conversation further, the twins returned. The twins were back to wearing matching outfits, as usual. Today they wore tight white tee shirts with half sleeves, with low cut fronts that showed off their growing breasts and increasingly impressive cleavage. With their own bras now being too small, they had resorted to wearing some. I waited for him to catch up.“My Lord, I had no idea you would be out this way,” I said, as he approached.“I wouldn’t be, but for a pregnant, abused slave girl. I assume you know something about it.”“Yes, my Lord. I know considerable about it, but how did you find out, and so soon?” I answered.“Come Robert, we are alone. Call me William for now,” he returned.“Yes, William. How did the story reach you so soon?”“It didn’t reach me. Your report only came in on the day that I left. I was informed. Each violent thrust Ray did down he violently caused my ass to plummet down onto Bret's aching cock, forcing my older brother's cock to plunge up my ass, feeling my deepest, warm and unexplored inches. Ray: "Fuck Bret! I can feel your thick of pressing against mine through her walls"Bret: "Fucking right! It's the hottest thing I've ever experienced"Me: *moaning and gasping, struggling to speak* "I'm--on---the--PILL RAY!"Just me saying that caused Ray to pick up the pace. Driving his hips. Switching to high-speed, I teased its most sensitive frenulum - the umbrella-like lip and patch of skin under the tumescent glans-head - until he ejaculated ropes of warm sperm in an arc coating both our experienced hands. My sorority sister and I impulsively and tenderly kissed his still-erect bulbous glans and then each other’s lips sharing the residue of his semen over our excited tongues. Thank you for the letting me recount the memory of my sorority sister's son. If you enjoyed my memories.