So the decision is yours. You walk out that set of doors with me or you walk out the same doors you walked in through a while ago and nothing changes ...for you… ever.”“You, my fucking Bull are a real bastard.” She looked around us for a moment and then took a deep breath. Her nipples were poking out hard through the front of her dress and the red in her cheeks was from far more than just make up! She looked up into my green eyes as she let out her breath and gave a short quick nod, as if the. I made us a coffee and we sat, still all naked on the sofa, Heather in the middle, her sweet flesh glistening with sweat and odors of sex coming from her. She turned and said. 'Debbie works at the holiday camp doesn't she?''Yes that's right', I said, 'In the lounge bar'.'Has she mentioned the two girls who work there?''Yes she has sort of in passing'. I replied.Heather went on, 'They are both in our circle with their husbands and I hope you are ok with this, but I phoned Alice before we came. I was always meant to be a wrestler. Not just any wrestler, but a world famous one at that. My grandfather and my father had both been wrestlers. You have probably heard of my dad. He was Rocky Tenari, "the Samoan Killer", in the World Wrestling League in the mid 80's. He was a true Superstar in his day. He paid his dues in the league as a heel for years and was finally getting his shot at playing the good guy. Oh, a heel is the bad guy, sorry for assuming you know all about wrestling. Anyway,. He almost exploded when his little sister came to him and engulfed his cock in her mouth. Sliding her lips over the head and down the shaft in a single, wonderfully excruciatingly move. Taking all of his six inches until her nose nestled in his fine hair and then sliding back off before repeating the move. The warm moistness of her mouth as it slid over him sending waves of pleasure throughout his body. The boy was unsure of where to look – at his sister as she gave him intense pleasure or at.