"We shouldn't be doing this," I said with my eyes shut tight. "Do what?" Ginger asked, feigning innocence. She abandoned any pretense of play fighting..., and started rocking her hips against my cock."We're just rough housing, it’s no big deal." Her fingers on my chest were no longer tickling me, they were caressing me. I looked into her eyes and it was too much to bear. I grabbed her hips and tentatively began returning her thrusts. As I was grinding against his sister, I couldn't take my eyes. Every sensible bone in his body was shouting at him to stop this, while there was one particular bone that wanted this show to go on and on. The lace meant exactly what he thought it meant, Izzy’s pussy was glistening, his cock strained in his pants; he was finding it increasingly hard to stay in his seat. She danced her fingers over the top of her pussy; she felt a tingle run through her as she found her clit, catching her breath as she rubbed it with her forefinger. Her eyes were focused on. "Well, we started remembering old times and that led to reliving old times, and ... well ... they've been coming out here in the middle of the day ever since. Not all at once, you understand," she said quickly, having seen the expression on my face. "I'm not a slut, after all. Just one at a time. And mostly for anal, like I said. So I wasn't really giving them anything that you were going to get." She realized what she said and didn't like the sound of it. "God. I love you so much. You've been. "Zareen tried to turn around and protest but I told her not to move and relax. Erika places her hands on her hips, then glides her fingers onto her panty and pulls them down. Zareen's bare ass was smooth and round. I told Erika to glide her fingers from Zareen's butt crack and move them all the way up to her bra claps. As Erika does this Zareen exhales and she jumps a little as Erika traces her fingers from her ass up to her mid-back. I tell Zareen to turn around. Her pussy is nicely trimmed.