“Katrina, I think there is something you should say to Kelly.”The pretty Russian girl was blushing with chagrin. She said, in English, “Kelly, I... don’t know how to apologize to you. I couldn’t even do it in Russian! I have heard stories my grandfather told about the Great Patriotic War and the acts of heroism that occurred. But I have never heard a story such as this. And I said you were the mistress of a general! Papa said it all. You have medals for heroism ... the highest awards in the world. I grudgingly moved my shit to the dungeon , as I referred to it and a couple of days later my step-sister Amy showed up . To add insult to injury I had to help move her stuff into my old room . She set her dresser up to the left of the cold air duct and a mirror to the left of the dresser , just to the right of the bathroom door . Amy had just finished high school and was going to going to nursing school nearby. She wasn't smoking hot , but she wasn't ugly by any stretch either.She wasn't. The view from where we were sitting was lovely, and Helen soon had my cock out and was preparing to sit on it.Helen straddled my lap, my rock hard cock easily slipping into her lovely wet pink folds. I was watching Mike and Jaq as Helen pleasured herself on my cock. I watched as Mike examined Jaq, feeling her tits and taking swabs from her open pussy. Jaq was moaning loudly and enjoying the experience, asking to be shagged. I watched as Mike stopped the examination; stripping off and rubbing. I kept up the work with my tongue as I pushed two fingers into Sarah's soaked pussy. Sarah was rocking back towards me and her juices were coating my chin as her breathing got faster and shallower.I raised myself up and angled my cock at her entrance before thrusting into her in one movement. My hand reached around and found her clit as I started slowly sliding the full legth of my cock in and out of her warm, silky pussy. As my fingers went to work, Sarah was a wreck. She started panting.