" Can we not talk about my little sister's thankfully non-existent lovelife, please?" I ask."FOR NOW," Lucy repeats, before we exchange a genuine gigg...le. I don'tknow exactly what it was that made the blonde girl not hate meanymore, but I'm grateful nonetheless- after all, as the saying goes,you can never have too many friends. Even if keeping them all happycan be extremely tiring...The rest of the break period is spent thankfully gossiping aboutthings other than our sisters and their love. I couldn't hold back and neither could she. I pressed my body against hers and she trembled. Our lusts for each other were only surpassed by the passion of our kisses, as we explored the inner confines of each other's souls. I shared my manhood and she provided the receptive outlet, trembling and holding on to me, as I shot my cum deep inside of her. She lay beside me, her hand on my chest, her head resting in the crook of my shoulder, smiling. I closed my eyes and drifted off. The next day, I. ‘What?’ ‘When my servant Masea came to me today it dawned on me. I remembered the man who introduced her to me. Who brought her to me and told me to raise her like a daughter so she would love me and give her life to me,’ Cleopatra said. ‘I don’t see…’ ‘That man was you,’ Cleopatra said. ‘I don’t understand,’ Justin began. ‘You were an artist then, although you are probably as much of a historian as you are an artist,’ Cleopatra said. ‘Did we…?’ Justin asked. Cleopatra smiled and even blushed,. I heard Jennifer exclaim, "Oh I love it! I'mgoing to try that on her, next time we get together." After several shotsof my being reamed by Mistress Gwen, I was released from the sawhorse.The next device looked something like a kneeler, one sees in a church,but all similarities ended there. Coming up from the front, were threesmall metal posts. One post was precisely in the middle, with the othertwo located on each side. I was made to kneel in the device. The middlepost had a small cup, that I.