“It’s definitely not Hallmark movie material, even if I would love to see Lindy Booth play one of you girls. She’s rather cute. Reminds me of Pa...ige a bit. And calling Mom and Dad ‘lapsed’ Quakers is an understatement. The last time either of us went to Meeting was with Grandpa and Granny when I was ten! I don’t think that Mom and Dad so much as quoted George Fox in at least a decade! Either way, we will go as slowly or quickly as you’re ready to go, Sis,” I assured my sister, who responded by. Your man is good, very good, so are you, you are a very exciting and talented couple,” Ros tells me as her body trembles and she orgasms. “Would you like to have Carla? Perhaps I could pleasure your man at the same time?”“Yes I would, let’s do it,” I reply.After we wound down and showered together Ros led us into a room I hadn’t seen previously. There are all sorts of ties and straps on metal frames with full length mirrors on all the walls. Carla has obviously been here before as he stands. “Wow, I’m fucking lucky.” “No, you’re going to get fucking lucky,” I quickly replied. I maneuvered my hands to get in between us and unbutton his jeans. I squirmed lower, pulled them down and sent them to the other end of the truck bed. His cock struck me in the forehead. I looked up and saw a large, thick, 7 inch cock staring me in the face. Just looking at it made my pussy dripping wet. I suddenly needed that rock inside me. Thing was, it wasn’t a rock yet. I wrapped my lips around it. She tossed her panties behind her on the bed. She leaned in toward her mirror, bracing her hands against the edge of the dresser. She gave herself a long hard look, looking directly into her own eyes. She felt the cool air of the room between her legs, and on the wetness of her pussy. She had truly never been so wet before. Her inner thighs were still wet from the trail her panties had left behind. She was still nervous, and her heart was still pounding; but moreover she was horny as hell. And.