Cindy went to the answering machine and replayed the message. It was from the local freight company saying that a trunk and a few boxes had arrived fr...om her Mom in Alabama. They wanted to deliver it at four o'clock the following day, and somebody would have to be there to receive and sign for it. There was a telephone number with the message, and Cindy called to confirm the time and date."I guess that means I'll have to take off early tomorrow afternoon to be here. I hope they don't take too. Their mother was still not home, and it was a very good thing. Harriet commented as soon as they started up the stairs, “Jack, smell that! The whole upstairs smells like what I think a whore house must smell like. Grab a bathroom spray and start at the other end of the hall. I’ll work this end. Spray until the can is empty. We have got to kill this smell of sex before Mom gets home.”It took 2½ cans of the odor killer before Harriet was satisfied. Of course, Jack’s room was the worst offender,. .. Oooohhhhh!" Betty moaned, knowing it was useless to beg any mercy from Hank or Annie. The one was too brutal, while her friend was too spaced out, enjoying this horrible scene. Yes, she had been warned, Annie had told her more or less what went on. But this! She never would have guessed exactly what they did! It was like something straight out of a horror movie."Yeah, baby, I can see why you went nuts suckin' out your friend's cunt. Shit, she's so... uhhh... so tight. Think I'm gonna have to. If only. Chance knows that his sister would never willingly do something like that with him, let alone be so submissive to his whims. Hell, he would never be that brave. As his hand slowly glides along his shaft, his eyes begin to drift toward the bowl and an idea forms in his mind. Just the dirtiness of it alone makes his hand move faster.Without realizing it, Chance is jacking his cock rapidly. That in turn has become a steady motion that fills the air with the sounds of soft thumps every.