Mary in her own way had some of the same feelings toward Connie, but she was fighting them within herself.She had felt a mixture of embarrassment and ...pleasure at being seen by Connie and she didn't know how to handle feelings like that toward her own sister.Or toward any woman for that matter.Connie was growing up and it wouldn't be long before she'd be fucking and stuff like that. Mary felt a half-assed responsibility to tell her the facts of life, as she understood them.Mary sat mulling over. We were cuddled on the couch in the family, each with our Kindles reading. Harley was inside curled on a big round bed-cushion on the floor by the patio door. Nick was in shorts and a t-shirt. I was naked, his arm around me, occasionally toying with my arm or breast. We each had a nearly empty glass of wine near us. I felt his hand move up my arm and I looked up at him, my cheek pressed to his shoulder. His other hand moved under my chin encouraging me to look up further. He kissed me … as soon. The guy on her left had her knee pulled up and to one side so that her legs where wide open and he was obviously finger fucking her and what was even more incredible was the fact that she was enjoying it and... I had a terrific hard-on.I could see that she was 'coming', and from the expression on her face, it must have been a wonderful climax for her. I was stunned, confused, mixed up. I didn't know what to do. Didn't know what I was supposed to do. A gang of strangers where abusing my wife.. My cock was floating in her juice. I couldn’t control the love and pleasure with her. I wanted to unload my cum in her. But I didn’t want to finish it so fast. So I started strokes slowly.She was bitting my lips and my cheeks. It was driving me crazy. I bit her lips and earlobes. She was breathing heavy. She couldn’t make any noise as my wife was sleeping next to us. My jerks moved fast. She hugged her legs around my waist and enjoyed the strokes 5 minutes on the go I whispered in her ear that.