In Sandy’s love making at home, Darlene was always a topic in her fantasy with her husband. Never did she think she would get to see those tits free... and up close.Darlene then asked, “Do you like what you see?” Sandy was speechless for a moment but could not resist the urge to lean forward and kiss one of Darlene’s nipples. As she was running her tongue around and flicking the nipple, Darlene dropped her robe to the floor and pulled Sandy’s head closer, whispering, “Suck them Sandy, suck them.”. "Your business better not include pimping me out," I said angrily."Sylvia, I would never do that," he said trying to appear trustworthy and failing..."Correction asshole, you would only do that once," I said angrily. Even as we spoke I felt someone approach me from behind. My hand went inside the pocket of my jeans to wrap around the flat plastic handle with the very sharp box opener type blade. Then I felt two smooth hand slide up my side under my gold top and cover my breasts.I felt lips on. There was no one in the den. The television was still on; actually the VCR, but the tape had finished and the picture tube flashed a surreal image. He turned the TV off and hit the Rewind switch on the VCR, went to the kitchen and drank a tall glass of cold orange juice then poured another. He was beginning to feel alive again, but the revitalization began to focus his thoughts more coherently.He had fucked his sister! And she had fucked him right back! Incest! He was rational enough to know it. Debs looked down and said'Ah, I see you had an enjoyable evening with Mike, but where did the panties come from?'I told her about Heather and she at next to me urging me to tell all, taking my re-hardning cock in her hand as she listened intently..Her head dropped to my lap and her mouth opened wide to take me in as I related the whole story of my evening. As I continued and she sucked, my hand slipped under her skirt and into her knickers to find her, now soaking, cunt and while fingers.