They were always accusing me of being a fuckin' perv whenever I accidentally ran into them while they were walking down the hall in a towel or in thei...r underwear. I mean, how was I supposed to not look? They literally had their tits hanging out half the time, and the same went for their asses. Yeah, they were my sisters, but my cock never gave a shit about titles. Hell, it barely gave fuck about looks as long as it had a hole and I had a beer or two in me.I'm not gonna sit here and lie to all. Silmaria was in heaven. She was on her belly, her ass hiked up in the air with her pussy split to gaping while she came all over herself like the shameless slut she was. There was a powerful hand around her throat, controlling her, gripping her tight and making her breathing come out in short, sputtering gasps. As she came, the grip tightened. And when she came a second time, it tightened again. Her head was starting to get fuzzy, that haziness around the edge of everything. Her pulse was. So when I told him I had a trip to Christchruch in a couple of weeks he said he was attending the same conference and that we should meet up. I knew what he meant and agreed.The night before I was to fly out I had a big fight with my partner and when I got to Christchruch I looked for David. After the first day of the conference I talked to him and we had a couple of drinks then went up to my room. My pussy was dripping wet by the time we got off the elevator and I knew he was rock hard from. I greeted Paul saying, "Hello, Mr. Fields, I am Robert Harlan Rothman, your daughter's husband, welcome to Texas, Sir." What do you mean her husband; I never gave her permission to marry. We'll see about this!" and he entered the vehicle, he started in on Tammy yelling and screaming at her. I grabbed the collar of the jacket Mr. Fields was wearing and hauled him back out of the car. I set him on the ground and said right in his face, "YOU DO NOT TALK to MY woman in THAT tone, Sir. If THAT is.