Her pussy was hairy with little strands curling all the way up to her belly button. I was extremely confused as to how I would fuck her as I never had... sex with a heavily pregnant woman ever. As I sat on the edge of her bed she got on her knees and began kissing the tip, she stuck the tip of my cock in her mouth and began bobbing the top half of my cock, I could see she was not able to move much due to her condition. I was getting harder and harder she had started flicking my tip with her. And many of the wealthy young men and women who crowded out the Fat Pig or the Ursus Majoris were also eccentrically dressed although the price tag for their fashionable clothing would bankrupt Psychlone."Yes?" he asked the two girls outside the door. "Who are you and what do you want?"His initial thought was that the girls were collecting for one of the many worthwhile charities that filled the welfare gap no longer bridged by taxation. Although Psychlone paid taxes, the only benefit he was. Zanyia’s purrs swelled in volume, her tongue lapping faster as my sister joined me in rapture. My cock pumped blast after blast of incestuous passion into her sucking mouth. She gulped it down, moaning her joy.The pleasure surged through me. My eyes rolled back into my head. I groaned, trembling, loving every minute of the rapture. I swayed, the heat boiling out of me. My eyes rolled back into my head. I sucked in deep breaths.“Gods, your mouth, sister dear!” I panted as she nursed out the last. “I told you to wear the shirt, the jeans, and pink panties but I never said anything about the bra! Why are you wearing a bra?” He paused, waiting for an answer. I didn’t know what to say. Was he serious? Did he actually expect me to wear this shirt without a bra? If I did there would be absolutely nothing left to the imagination. If I wasn’t wearing a bra with this shirt I may as well be topless. I guess that is what he wanted. Something about it was both repulsive and interesting. I could.