"Behind her she heard Miranda's short laugh before the vid-phone announced that it had obtained a connection and the woman turned the volume down. "I'...ll be up stairs!" called Misty over her shoulder, half noting that Miranda waved an affirmative as her sisters came down the stairs.As they often were, the three sisters were as done up as humanly possible, but this time, their attire was far more formal. Their dresses seemed more like ball gowns than simple formal wear, and Miranda was certain. She would tell me one time that she would go on my profile, she said that seeing my pics make her so wet and horny, and that she wanted me to fuck her so hard. So every chance she gets she goes on my profile, go on my pics, and would undress herself, and when she was naked she would rub her pussy with her fingers, feel her tits, and keep fingering that juicy cunt of hers, cause she would always fantasize about me fucking her. She would scream with ecstasy til she cum. But it goes further…. When he ground against her, the car she was riding in jerked forward. She could see the top. She was almost there.“Oh yes,” she sighed, leaning forward in her mind. She reached for the safety bar that she knew she’d have to hold onto, or be thrown from the car.And then she was there and the car started down. It gathered speed, still going down, and she could tell that it would go down for a long, long time. She dragged in breath and let it all out in a long primeval scream, as suddenly she was. I’d been married once, briefly, to a woman who’d run off with a pub landlord in Hereford, and I could understand my erstwhile spouse’s reasons for buggering off — the months I’d be away, the demands of the job — but I couldn’t figure this girl out at all. My face reddened as I gaped at Amy for a few seconds. Then, finally finding both my wits and my voice, I responded with, ‘You still shouldn’t be in here. It puts the lads off. They’re difficult enough to handle as it is without you giving them.