." she paused and I looked on as her hips moved slightly on the hard, wooden chair. Small, circular movements, as if she were moving to the rhythm of ...her fingers slow plunging in and out.Annabelle Lee resumed speaking. " ... much the same as your delicious cock does. I would love a taste of it right now," she said wistfully."Annabelle Lee, can you see what your sister is doing?" Katherine Ann was sucking on her left nipple."Yes." Can you do the same?" I have tried. We played a game of can you. " My voice stopped but my train of thought continued. I envisaged scenarios: whips, collars, dildos, anal lube, gags; I shuddered internally at what lay in store for us. She took a deep breath. "You mean make love to us? For how long?" she asked. "It depends" I told her. "It might be a half hour, perhaps a whole hour, maybe more. I can't say. It depends how long it takes him to come." My mind used my husband as a frame of reference. "Come?" she said. "As in, ejaculate his sperm?" "Yes that's. I started to groan and push upwards to meet the downward movement of Vicky’s head.My sister sensed I was about to come and her hands flew to her friend’s head and plunged it hard down on my cock. I heard Vicky choke as it pushed right down her throat. My sister held her head down on my cock making Vicky gasp and try and come back up for air. That sent me over. I spurted right down her throat with my first blast. Cathy released Vicky’s head and it came right off my cock as she coughed and. " So am I. It's hardly surprising though. Today has been the best and most exciting of our lives." Mm, I've never been happier in my life either." Snap!" He gently kissed her lips. "I love you, Mrs Bowers." Victoria Frances Bowers." She rolled it round in her tongue like tasting a fine wine. "I rather like that. Mrs Mark Bertram Bowers. I like that too. Golly, I never asked. Where does the Bertram come from?" My father's father." Sir Bertram Bowers Bart. That's a wonderful name." I've always.