Jack tensed, struggling against the unholy desire that filled him. Then, summoning up all of his willpower, he began to pump his prick."W--why?" Bonny... stammered, frowning in confusion.Why was he beating his meat when she had offered him her cunt? She rose up and reached out for his cock, but he took one step backwards, staggering, still pounding his prick furiously. What kind of pervert was he, to be jerking off when a hot pussy awaited him?Jack was so totally aroused from having watched his. He quizzically looks at me, then a look of recognition."Amazing! .... I thought you were your sister for a second."I'm not sure who was more astonished, but I was still mortified! Holding mybreath, shaking, feeling faint. .Hoping I just poof, disappear."I'm sorry, so .... oh, um..." I blurted out, holding my hands to my face.I was too scared to even cry, speechless, and then wondering where Nicolewas..He must have been able to see the panic, he took me by my shoulders andsaid softly "It's OK,. Thrash-Metal music played at a soft volume as I opened the metal door with a screen on it and stepped in to the morning. I licked my lips and swallowed to see if I could taste anything remotely like pussy in my mouth. I tasted only the Jameson I’d drank the night before. I wiped my mouth and a spindly black hair came off my lips. It was obviously not a hair from somebody’s head. It had a female twist to it. The cool air met me like a shield. A strip of orange lined the rooftops below dark. In my lap. I wanted my arms around her. I wanted to kiss her.I gave her hand a gentle tug. As I slid my chair back a little, immediately understanding my request, she settled into me.Her arms came around my neck and our faces touched. Our lips engaged and her sweetness surged through me.Any remnants of the peace that eluded me for eons washed away as we sat there next to the other hugging pair, my mother and my little Lindie. My daughter ... Michelle.Lindie reached up to my face as our lips.