Miss: Sarah pulls you away

As you sit to the side of Mary's bedroom, watching Shasta settling between her mother's spread legs and preparing to put her lips upon Mary's Gate of Heaven, you feel a tug on your elbow.

"C'mon Tom," Sarah says.

"What?" you say.

"C'mon," she says, tugging harder.

You let Sarah pull you away. She shuts the bedroom door behind the two of you. You stand naked in the hallway together, Sarah with her hair still damp from the shower, and her face wet from nose to chin from her enthusiastic licking-out of her mom's pussy.

"What was that about?" you ask.

Sarah tugs on your erect cock. "I got left high and dry, and you were getting distracted," she says.

She sounds jealous, somehow, of her sister or her mom.

"What do you want, Sarah?" you ask. You peel her hand off your cock so you can concentrate.