" Uhh... Can you please stop staring at my legs?" She asked as they made their way to the club... then, like she would always do, she feigned feeling ...bad and apologized."I'm sorry," she said in her baby-talk voice, she gently rubbed his thigh and kissed his cheek," I just had a bad day, hon."He had been through the ringer so many times... he was unfazed as he thought to himself "bad day, huh? you ain't seen nothing yet!"But, alas, as usual at the club she paid enough attention to him and danced. .. if not, I'd miss.There was no wind; it was dead calm and hot. I figured he was about fifty yards higher than I was and adjusted for that. Flashing back to the Sniper manual (the military had a manual for everything, even on how to dig latrines) I remembered the example. For a scope sighted for a target at 500 yards, to hit another, unsighted target at 600 yards would be a hold off of twenty-five inches. That worked out pretty good for this target since I was sighted in for a thousand yards. " Dave lifted his body so that Debby could move on to her back under him. She spread her legs and Dave lowered himself onto her. This time his cockhead had no trouble finding the entrance to his twin's pussy. She was already wet and he easily slipped into her.Debby sighed with contentment. "I could easily get addicted to having your cock in me." I feel the same way." Dave began a series of long slow strokes, alternately filling and emptying his sister's gripping pussy. They were both glad that. She was meeting about 8 different men regularly for sex, some were quite a bit older and portly business men who would wine and dine her and shower her with expensive gifts and Sally gave her lovely body to them. Other men were about her age and there was one that was only 22 and she told me he was all muscle, a rugby player with a huge cock. I would get excited at the idea of her going to meet another man and hearing all about it later that evening, as she either wanked me or we had sex. Sally.