Ilovewreckage

Like a brother, though, I persisted. Soon she came to enjoy and even expect it. Then she started dressing to show it off and I was properly appreciative.

One day, with a twinkle in her eye, she started complaining about her fat tits. I knew what she wanted so I started playing with them as well.

Then I made my own complaints. I complained about the plain, utilitarian underwear she was wearing, especially her bra, which interfered with my play.

Now she wears no bra and only a thong and I play with her all I want. Lately she’s been making hints about how she wouldn’t mind if I were to undress her and play with her a little more seriously.

She looked over her shoulder at us and lifted up the hem of her long shirt.

Beth looked at me expectantly.

“Uh, her ass?”

She giggled and nodded. “Got it in one, honey!”

A little while later, while I was slowly pumping in and out of Holly’s tight butt and trying hard not to cum, Beth whispered on my ear, “If you let her move in with us, you’ll get another 3-hole wife. How about it?”