I clenched down on her, squirming in delight as I stroked her pussy lips. We turned, rolling on our sides to face each other. Our hands came away from... each other's pussies—it was too hard to reach around. Our tongues danced, sharing our budding, sisterly love as we shoved our hands between the other's thighs.And fingered the other's cunt.My sister's flesh was so hot and juicy. I stroked her. She moaned into my mouth, her tongue fluttering against mine. She shoved two fingers into my cunt this. I heard the shower running from her en-suite as I stepped into the bathroom near my room. Although I kept my pubic hair nicely trimmed, I grabbed some scissors and did some serious manscaping before I entered the shower, trimming away as much hair as I could. I soaped my abdomen and used a razor to trim away the final vestiges of stubble, leaving a nice clean surface around the base of my dick. I re-soaped my hands and lathered thoroughly, knowing I'd be having my mother's pretty mouth on me. One backed into me and I backed into the guy behind me. When I did, I thought I felt something rub against my ass. I looked behind me to apologize for bumping him and saw a tall, olive-skinned, hairy man in his 30's smiling at me. He simply smiled and nodded in response to my apology and I quickly turned back around.I don't know why, but looking at this man caused strange feelings and weird thoughts to enter my head. I decided it was the pot, dismissed it, and stepped up to buy the. ’ * * * Hillary slid into the booth across from her date. She stared at him, wondering how well she really knew him, and whether having sex with this guy was such a good idea. ‘What’s wrong?’ asked Hank. ‘Just have a question for you.’ ‘Oh yeah, what’s that?’ He smiled and sipped at his ice water. The waitress appeared, notepad in hand. Hillary looked at the woman coolly. ‘Could we have another minute, please.’ The waitress dipped her chin once and left as silently as she came. ‘So what’s on.