I rubbed my fingers around the asshole and crotch and then quickly brought them near the nose, sniffing the stiff musky scent of my privates.It didn't... take long. The moment came when I saw her car in the distance. As I saw her, I felt a sudden wave of panic and a flutter in my stomach. "Am I crazy in doing this? Is this going to destroy my marriage?" My chicken-ego reared its head.Fighting the urge to bail out, I picked up the phone and hit the button to send a picture buzzing off to my wife's. That feels so good." Freddie murmured appreciatively, his hands running through her dark tresses."Isn't Freddie's chest amazing, Sam?" Carly asked proudly in-between kissing Freddie's navel."Not too shabby, Freducinni. When did you start working out?" Sam questioned with an approving glance."A few months ago, when Carly and I first started dating again." Freddie answered breathlessly."Take off Freddie's pants, Sam." Carly commanded gently, her tongue slipping into Freddie's bellybutton.Sam. “Show me,” I commanded her, and she knew exactly what I meant. Swallowing heavily, Jess lay down on the bed on her back, and spread her supple, soft thighs to boldly expose the treasures bared by her crotchless panties. Her cunt was puffy and thick lipped, smooth and hairless and plump, her outer labia engorged and already sticky and glistening with her obvious arousal. The soft pink of her inner flesh peaked through between her soaked folds, wet and desperately awaiting attention. Her clit was. ” “Uh yea sure, have fun!” “What was that about,” I asked myself. Did my little sister just make a pass at me? No, this party has me paranoid. I drive the ways back home and when I get there I notice its already 7:30, so I take a quick (and by quick I mean 30 minute) shower. When I get out I noticed I have texts from Matt, Terra, and Stacey saying the party is going really strong right now, so I throw on my costume, eyelash mustache and all, and I head back out to my car for the drive to Matt's.