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I reminded her, giving her a final kiss before returning my attentions to Dana. "I'm going to cum, Husband." Dana groaned as she tried to buck her hips while trapped between our mother and I. "Show your brother and husband how much you love him, Dana." I told her, my hips now slapping into her as I rapidly thrust in and out. Dana tried to keep her eyes on me, but the sensations running through her were too much. Pain and pleasure became one confusing and disorientating experience making breathing hard enough let alone maintain any sort of focus. She started with small whimpers and cries deep inside, but with her Brunette voice seemingly the only way she could vent what was going on inside her, those whimpers and cries soon grew to screams and howls as I felt her clamp down on me in a way I'd yet to feel from any of my women. "Fuck!" Was all I could grunt, as I was overcome with sensation of my own from the grip my sister's loving cunt had on me. Dana bit down hard on my shoulder, her eyes bulging as she screamed into my flesh, her body tensed like steel below me. My cock, strangled by her vise-like womanhood, erupted inside Dana with such a force my balls ached like they'd just been squeezed. I lost all control of my hips as they bucked away wildly without rhythm, desperate to ease the pressure backed up inside me. Dana and I both groaned like wounded animals as we gave all of ourselves to one another, yet no matter how intense and powerful we did so, it never seemed enough to keep up. By the time our mutual surges began to subside, we'd both been struck stupid and paralyzed in the throes of pleasure. Tears streamed from both of us to aid our bodies in transmitting the love and desire we had for one another, yet still falling far too short. Dana remained clutched to me in a deathgrip as my cock continued to pulse my seed inside her, my body welded to hers as my whole being was devoted in that moment to giving myself to my twin. Mother wept loudly as she held her children in post-coital bliss. She had always wanted this moment for her daughters and Travis, but fisting she knew now that this was something only I could do. Travis never had a "wedding" for her and as far as she knew, he never had one with her mother Joan either and the marriage to her grand-mother, Margaret, was handled by a Justice of the Peace with no ceremony, no ritual, no real meaning. This was special, this was right and she regretted giving me up for Travis. It wasn't that Travis was a bad man, she loved him with Big Boobs all her heart, but she saw something in me that wasn't in my father. My women loved me like she loved Travis, but the difference was, I loved them back just as much. Travis, for all his good and dominant qualities never seemed to put the welfare of his women ahead of Lesbian his own. She never questioned his decision to give her aunt Joyce to Theo, but she also wished he never did. Mother knew I would never part with my girls and I would fight to the death for them. She gave me away to Bill and Audrey when I was a newborn. She learned of the pain and abuse I'd suffered at the hands of foster parents because of her decision, but I never quit and I didn't hold her decision against her. Instead, I welcomed her with open arms back into my life and viewed her with the same love and affection that I did others she felt more deserving of such. Mother came along with her children, but she did so quietly, not wanting stockings to disrupt our moment. However, she came knowing that this would be her soon enough when she would be wife to her beloved son. She came because her daughters would have someone who would love them more than their father ever could. She came because one day, she hoped she would be in this same position when her son, her husband, made the daughter they would create together, his wife. This was the family she'd always dreamt about and she regretted losing out on eighteen years to make it reality. "I love you, my babies." Mother told Dana and I as she ran her fingers through my hair and across Dana's cheek. "We love you too, mother." Dana and I said together. I’m sorry.” 'Would you still like me if you knew I was a futanari?' I was then abruptly turned over. "I'm not the one who stuck this Brunette monster with your panties." "Great, then I will see you at dinner." I got called nigger-lover plenty, since, because, while with our age difference, me being so much younger, I couldn’t really call them friends, I did respect and admire them and felt friendly toward them, being welcome in their home, which was just around the corner from my own and strongly considered them to be good guys. I think your Mom’s cunt needs rest for a day or two” Sujata told them smiling. “Ooow, arrrgh, ooooh, arrrgh, fuuuuuck, arrrgh.” Wow! I looked over at Sara and told her to sit on my face and let me bring her off. I slipped into the passenger seat as Clint drove. Her phone was vibrating. Dog sperm was splashing on her legs as Rex continued to pump her cunt. “Y.yes, I w.would like to t.try it,” she answered. “She's going to breed me!” “I know you’ll want to learn about where our camps are. His cock spilled out. She stopped in front of a big guy slapping this little whelp of a girl and Betty was going off on him. I can't begin to describe the delightful arousal and absolute pleasure of their soft hands and hot soapy water washing away enough dirt and grime Big Boobs to start a small fisting garden. He smiled rather resignedly while he dried Pamela off and then me, a consolation prize she told him, and nice foreplay she added, though he took much longer to dry me off than he did Pamela. He pulled his Lesbian fingers out of his ass and she watched as it closed up, something she hadn’t seen before, and could feel her stockings fingers again reach her dripping pussy lips. I rammed my dick to the hilt in her. “Yes and I’m not rich Liz, we are.”