Now, for the past week, I've been trying to figure out what is going on with my body because my hormones have been on 100. All it takes is for Kendall... lick her lips or give me that "imma fck your world up" look & I turn into a damn typhoon, but that's a story for later. So, I open the door and of course she rushed passed like she always does talking shit, but this time I my attention was caught by the scent of her cologne which immediately made the inside of my womanhood ache.Now, keep in mind. With some luck the good doctor would check his arrogance long enough to realize there was nothing he could do to stop evil men fucking with him. It took some preparation, but anything was possible with enough dirty money in play.I bought a 50cc used moped. I had no use for it after the one job, but it was a necessary part of that job. So as long as it would run that one night, I was good with it. I also went on line and bought a full face black motor cycle helmet. I bought that just in case. I kept doing that until she screamed at me to get with it. I pushed in again and began to slide in and out. I moved at a perfect pace giving her the pleasure she wanted, and what she was getting for the first time. I moved at the perfect pace also so that I would last longer, and I did. I kept moving in and out gradually increasing the speed, and over the course of the next several minutes Amy had six shattering orgasms that caused her to twist and turn on the bed.“Harder!” she said. “Harder. For some reason I feel like she’s mine, that something could really blossom between us. Isn’t it fucked up, I give away my own sibling for some weirdo to fuck but someone that’s not related to me I don’t want anyone else to touch. John was going to say something but was interrupted by the door of the bathroom opening and Marissa walking out. She was freshly showered covered only by a towel wrapped around her nubile body. We looked at each other and I could see scorn in her eyes. I motioned.