As Terry cleaned himself up with tissues (the one thing their apartment never ran short on) he felt a kind of post-orgasmic guilt rising in him, that ...he hadn't felt since he was young and still not sure whether masturbation was a sin or not. It felt somehow wrong to be jacking it to Mika's pictures without her knowing about it. For some reason knowing the girl on the other end of it made things different. He looked at the picture he had came to, and instead of picturing her legs spreading for. “Becky?” I asked.“That was just the capstone on a series of horrible things. I don’t think any of you did a single thing right in that entire volume! Not you. Not Bethany. Not Jennifer. Not Melanie. Not your sister. Not Becky. It was just a train wreck from start to finish!”“I’m not sure I’d be so hard on Bethany at this point in the story,” Jennifer said calmly. “Think about where she was at THAT point, not what you know about her now.”“I suppose. And Steve, the way you treated Kathy! That was. She pulled him out of the elevator and to room 1007. Michael fumbled with the card trying to get the door open and watch his wife stroke Thomas’ cock at the same time. Thomas hoped he would hurry, anyone might come out of their room or round the corner.Once the three of them were inside the door, Sylvia motioned with her head and spoke to Michael. “Sit there.” She stationed herself behind Thomas and walked him forward so that he was about three feet from Michael’s face. She again had a firm. I gave her five more slaps, each one harder than its predecessor. Each slap brought out a grunt from my sister, but that was all. I tested her cunt with a finger. It was sopping wet and not from the shower, which I had just shut off.I sent three fingers into her, curling them up as if beckoning her toward me. I found her g-spot and massaged it. Her knees buckled and she started to cum, squirting a torrent of fluid out of her cunt. Her sexual scent was as strong as her lust and I fingered her to.