>Not wanting a thicc, ghetto Israeli girl to revers-cowgirl fuck you in front of your girlfriend
>Not watching your girlfriend masturbate while crawling closer to the action
>Not wanting feel her face get rubbed against your crotches and feeling her tongue lick from balls to shaft and above
>Not wanting to the ghetto chick hold your girlfriend's head against her crotch, telling her to eat or drown
>Not wanting to watch your girlfriend get caught in an orgasm induced leglock and actually pass out
>Not sandwiching your girlfriend between yourself and the other girl, working her over into a drooling mess


>The two of you work her over for 15 minutes, nibbling ears, pinching nipples, and rubbing her clit
>Before long she can't even string together a sentence, all she can do is drool
>Just as she's about to pop off you both turn your backs to her and say good night
>You spend the next few minutes listening to her groan in frustration or start & stop rubbing her thighs together
>You hope she'll finish herself off, then the real fun can start, but she's too well-trained for that
>Soon she quiets down, the only things you hear now are her shallow breathing and shivering
>A few hours later your alarm rings, and you get up to make breakfast
>The smell of bacon, eggs, and hashbrowns soon hits the second floor, waking up the girls
>You can hear their footsteps as they make their way to the kitchen, turning when one passes by
>At 5'8" and 150lb. of ass, tits, and thighs, your Deagle Aisha, or Ish as she prefers, is hard to miss
>Especially with her nipples poking through the shirt that she's wearing
>She sashays over to you, giving you a quick, tongue-filled kiss 
>You take the opportunity to lift the back of her shirt and grab her ass, feeling only skin
>She giggles before giving your lip a quick and hard nip, making you let go, before slipping out of your reach
>Once far enough, she winks before wiggling her ass at you, giving it a slap for good measure
>A quiet "Good morning" draws your attention to the much smaller girl now by your side
>Being 8" shorter and 40lbs. lighter, Sarah, your 941, is an adorable little thing
>It seems she decided to copy her sister as she's also in one of your shirts, 
>Wonder what she's got on underneath 
>Smiling, you pull her in for a hug before tipping her face up and kissing her
>She melts into you, a blush spreading over her entire body
>You pull back far too soon for her liking and she starts grinding her crotch against your thigh
>You want to keep her on the edge so you push her away and tell her to set the table
>The request doesn't seem to register because she's still on that spot, rubbing her thighs together
>Huffing in slight annoyance, you repeat yourself, only to be met with the biggest pair of puppydog eyes ever
>The look of absolute desperation she gives you, all blushing and almost teary-eyed, is just too cute but you have to be strong
>You repeat yourself for the third time and follow it up with a threat of not taking her to the range today if she doesn't hop to it
>She's almost crying in frustration but forces herself to get moving, grabbing a chair to help her reach the plates 
>Reaching pulls her shirt up, revealing pair of light blue cotton panties wrapped tight around her perky bubble butt
>You couldn't resist
>Walking up behind her, you tell her to pass you the plates, which you set down on the table
>Before she can get down, you hold her hips and plant kisses on her ass cheeks, first the left then the right
>Using your teeth, you pull at her panties' leg holes, letting them snap back higher up, and kissing the pain away 
>Eventually you wedge them all the way between her cheeks, leaving most of her ass bare
>You give the left a bite, leaving a faint mark, before kissing your way towards the center
>You skip across her crack, kissing & nibbling down her inner thighs before going back up, biting the other cheek and going back across
>You plant the last kiss at the base of her spine before stepping back and helping her off the chair, she'll need it with how her knees are shaking
>After that you leave her alone as she gets the utensils and glasses ready, then sets the places
>Once everything's in place you call Ish over for have breakfast and tuck in
>After the first few bites you notice something strange
>Normally you'd be hearing Ish just inhale her food, but so far it's absolutely quiet 
>Looking up, you see Ish just smiling and watching Sarah, who's trying not to squirm in her seat
>Well, you did have your fun, now it's her turn
>You let Ish play her little game of footsie for a few minutes but eventually reined her in, the food was going cold and Sarah was getting hot
>She pouts a little before attacking breakfast, cleaning her plate in under 30 seconds
>Sarah needs a minute to recover from the under-the-table fun before she can actually pick up and hold her utensils
>As for you, you're checking counting how many dishes were used and doing the math on how long clean up will take
>Once breakfast is over you start getting up to put the dishes in the sink when Sarah beats you to the punch
>She works quickly, but thoroughly, making absolutely sure that each dish or pan is spotless and arranged exactly how you like it on the drying rack
>After putting away the last dish she walks over, looking up to you expectantly
>Now, you know she did it for a reward, and while it would be fun to mess with her you're nothing if not fair
>Nodding, you walk back to your chair, sit down, and let her have at it
>She doesn't waste any time fishing your cock out and hopping right into your lap
>She moves her panties aside and starts grinding her slit directly on you, she's so wet you almost slip in twice
>You can feel her clit grinding on the top, bumping into the rim of your head, she could come any second and so could you
>It was so good
>However, you know the rules you set out and decided to save her from herself
>Grabbing her by the hips, you slow her down to a stop, and remind her of the terms for the day
>She was so close, but knew it would be even better if she could wait, so she had two more rubs before getting off you
>Her legs are pretty wobbly and soon enough, she ends up on the floor
>Before you can stand, she grabs your knees and spreads them wide
>Grabbing your shaft in one hand, she gives it a tug before popping her mouth over the head
>All it takes are seconds of her tongue running circles around your rim and you're done
>A satisfied moan from the living room draws your attention
>The show has gotten to Ish & she's decided to give herself some relief
>Her legs are spread, foot propped up on the couch, teeth holding her shirt 
>Her left hand's busy with her tits, pinching, pulling, and twisting the coral pink points
>Her right middle finger's plunging in and out of her wet hole while she grinds the heel down hard on her clit
>With a muffled shout, her left hand flies to her to her clit and she adds two more to the finger inside her
>The orgasm hits and she's arching her back, held up over the couch by her head and foot
>She's taut and twitching for a couple of seconds before dropping to the couch, hot and sweaty 
>With some effort you get up and step over Sarah
>You tap Ish on the side, even tickle her ribs, but she's knocked her out
>Calling Sarah over, you two lift Ish and head upstairs towards the bathroom, into the shower
>Cold water is all it takes and you leave to take your bath, Sarah going to their room to pick outfits
>You subject yourself to a cold shower too, have to tamp that libido as much as possible
>After a long five minutes you step out and towel off before heading putting on some clothes
>Jeans, shirt, jacket, clean underwear, and socks 
>Stepping into the hall you hear the shower running, the steam tells you it's hot
>You skip over to their door and knock on the frame, telling Sarah that your done 
>You go downstairs to get things ready, heading to the garage to pick out and load up an ammo can
>That done, you look over the target sheets, the zombies are tempting but too tacky for today
>You bring them to the kitchen table then grab your keys and head to the garage
>A press on the garage opener and you see your truck, right past the target holders
>You pick "Woody", a 4x4 with an arm and four legs
>It doesn't take long to load him, and the girls won't done for a while so you decide to have a beer and watch tv
>Haflway through watching 3 men in burqas drive around the Middle East, you feel a tap on your shoulder
>Took 'em long enough
>You spring off the couch without spilling your beer and look the girls over
>Ish doesn't surprise you, being a showoff with things to show off makes every decision obvious
>Her hair's in a thick braid, tossed forward so the end points at her tits
>Around her neck is the name-charm necklace you bought for her birthday, also in her cleavage
>She's got on a tight, sleeveless v-neck with a mesh shirt over it, leaving her covered but exposed
>Below those are a pair of denim cutoffs, just long enough to not be panties, barely fitting around her hips 
>On her feet, a pair of red hi-tops, laced tight to keep casings out
>She gives a quick twirl and a hop to let you get a good look and tell you she's not wearing bra
>After that little show you decide to see what Sarah's got on
>Instead of a braid she's gone with low ponytail, tossed behind her shoulder
>She's got on a sleeveless blouse, buttoned all the way to the neck, and fitted to come tight across her flat belly
>It seems she's also gone with denim cutoffs, though these are a hand above her knees and buttoned
>Red low-tops with below-ankle socks go well with the charm anklet on her left leg 
>Copying her sister, you get another twirl and hop, not as jiggly but definitely has a perkier bounce
>You smile and give a whistle before telling them to go get the stuff from the table
>Following behind, you point Sarah towards the ammo can and ask her to pick it up
>The look on her face is golden, first a smile, thinking about how much ammo something that heavy would hold
>Then a stare, when she does the math and realizes that it's too small to hold enough to be that heavy
>Her shoulders slump as the realization dawns that it was going to be a long day
>After closing all the doors and checking to make sure they're locked, the three of you hop into the truck
>Next stop, ammo shop