As she slowly slipping him out again, my own cock was beginning to tingle, and neither she nor I had touched it! I admired her trim form, the sway of ...her ponytail as she sucked her husband, was enchanted by her firm breasts swaying with every move she made.As she fellated him, I slipped my johnston out of my shorts, and stroked it languidly. She enthusiastically tongued his love lance, and alternated sucks with trips around his tool with her tongue, appearing for all the world to have no other. “Oh, right, I forgot to tell you two. Harry’s coming over today, so make yourselves scarce.”“Oh? Where would you like us to go? Or not go?”“Umm...you can stay in the house, or go anywhere around the farm, but stay away from the lake. I rather think we’ll be at the lake.”Dina glanced over at Betty, who was dressed in almost nothing. Well, I exaggerate, she had on a big, loose t-shirt, and a pair of tiny shorts, but was very obviously not wearing a bra and probably nothing under the shorts. This seemed like something I needed to do; something I needed to say to myself. I mean; it was bouncing around up there in my head but it somehow needed to be out on paper and flowing back into my ears. Maybe one day I'll hear that song again and remember, I don't know, something I forgot. Does that make any sense?" The meaning of this song isn't lost on me. I'm sure there are many others out there that will identify with it," Bill said."I hope so. But I have to say that where the jet wash cuts. Worse things have definitely happened. But it was my sister, and.."Ok," I gave in, collapsing back, "Have at it. Examine away." Ok!" she whispered.Her hand reached in again and I quivered a little when her fingers touched me. She spread open the hole in my boxers and kind of pinched my dick between two fingers. Raising it up and turning it in her fingers like a scientist examining a specimen. Only this scientist happened to be my sister, and she was half naked in my bed, playing with my flacid.