Jen's rectum still pulsed, but gradually the waves subsided as she adjusted to the new intrusion. It was Jen who began to gently rock herself along my shaft. 'Me too,' I replied, stepping forward and giving Jen a hug. 'What do you mean?' I asked a little confused. Elena strutted back to the dressing room, changed back to her dress and then came back a few minutes later with a small bag in her hand, "Mandi said I could keep the outfit. Let's go." "Does my
**** feel good? Will you cum on it again for me?" 'Where have you been?' "Um-hmm, and you were just an innocent bystander humping my sister's ass. Is that it?" Diving in and out, palm open, I marveled as Jen's body seemed to surrender any resistance and I found myself pushing ever deeper. During our continued frenzy, Jen let out a frantic groan. I stopped abruptly, fearing I'd gone too far. Jen half dazed sat up, looking at me as if asking if everything was alright. By the end of the second week, we were actively exploring the limits of each other's boundaries. Our comfort level had grown such that we didn't hesitate to offer, or request, any of a growing number of illicit acts. It was during one of our more probing sessions that we decided there was only one rule for each of us to respect; if someone says "stop", stop. 'W'oh. I almost forgot what that felt like. Look at me. I can't stop smiling,' Jen professed. Elena strutted across the room in her high heels and Mandi spun her around in a slow Salsa dance-like turn to show her body off in front of everyone. As she turned in a circle you could see Elena's full ass cheeks exposed except for a tiny floss string of the fluorescent bikini that disappeared into the crack of her heart-shaped ass.
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