I could make them do anything. Indian XXX You two are amazing!” My snatch clenched while my clit throbbed. They walked ahead of me, naked and unashamed. My mind drowned in it just like I drowned in their pussy juices. Deidre Icke, President of the failing Institute of Apotheosis, had to act. He’d already made love to her many times. My cunt clenched down on my fingers, squeezing those soaked panties tight around them. I remember Mom, before she passed, called him “My Italian Stallion” in conversations with her friends. It was a similar aroma to Bernie, but had a fresher quality to it where Bernie’s was a little stronger. They fingered each other, licking, lapping. She reached behind her, unhooking it. They were never meant to be mass produced. I sucked on her crotch. My sisters moaned as they enjoyed my juices. She parted our little sister’s butt-cheeks. He stared at the camera for a moment, his mouth opening then closing. Her tongue danced around my sphincter. My orgasm reached its depths of rapture. The camera suddenly zoomed out revealing her to be stark naked, her breasts round and lovely with that plump delight that silicone implants gave. I ripped open my desk drawer and found a pair of scissors. I shuddered, my eyes squeezing shut.
