1. The Second Place Sister


    Date: 4/17/2016, Categories: Fiction, Anal, Female Domination, Group Sex, Humiliation, Incest, Masturbation, Author: Hamlin, Rating: 93.8, Source: sexstories.com

    Cindy said. “Let's go out by the pool,” Stephanie suggested. The giggling threesome went out to the pool deck, and Stephanie pulled up a pool chair. She spread a few towels on the concrete, too. Handing her phone to Cindy, she lay back on the pool chair and spread her legs, crooking her finger at Tori. Cindy began filming. Tori came over and made out with her sister, while Stephanie rubbed her cunt. Tori worked her way down Stephanie's body, sucking at her big tits, kissing her tummy, then putting her face between her legs. Stephanie stroked her hair, called her a cuntsucker and pussy slut, and then finally came on her face. She took the phone from Cindy, and had the little redhead lay on her back on the spread towels. Tori climbed on top of her friend, and they were soon moaning into one anothers cunts, fingering their assholes, and cumming in each others faces. They swapped positions, did all over again. After several hard orgasms, they lay panting on the towels. Stephanie stopped the video, set her phone aside, and dove naked into the pool. It wasn't long before Tori and Cindy were joining her. If it weren't for the ache in her cunt that never seemed to go away, and the fact that she was skinny dipping, Tori thought she could almost feel normal again. They were laughing, rough housing, and kissing each other. They were young, getting rich, and it was summer. Life was good. *The Walls Came Tumbling Down* It was raining on Friday, and the steamy heat seemed to cling to John ...
    Hamlin's clothes as he pushed through the double glass doors of a downtown office building. He crossed the lobby, gave the receptionist his name, and waited. The girl told him to take the elevator to the fifth floor. Suite 503. John had been making inquiries over the last week with medical and psychological professionals, trying to find more information on Tori's condition. The responses had been...disturbing. The replies were all the same. There was no such condition, at least not under that name. Certainly there were people out there who were addicted to sex, and several of the responses he'd gotten back had admitted as much. However, none of them could pin down exactly what he was talking about. A few had offered to examine Tori, but he politely declined at this juncture. He didn't want to subject his daughter to more therapy, tests, or anything else without knowing more. Then, he'd received a call from a special investigator with the FBI's sexual crimes unit, asking him to please come in and talk with them. They promised that it would be worth his while, and that they could offer him some information. His interest piqued, John now found himself riding the elevator to suite 503. He stepped off, and made his way down a carpeted hallway to suite 503, let himself in, and was greeted by a receptionist. Again, he gave his name, waited. A stocky man in a dark suit and tie came through a door in the back and held out his hand. “Mr. Hamlin? Agent Arnold Oliver. It's good to meet ...
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