Now she was in petticoat, with panty and bra. I was going mad. She removed my T-shirt to reveal my hairy chest she pinched my nipples, it was great fe...eling.We both held together feeling each other’s body. Her boobs were pressing my chest very sensuously. It made me to pull my thigh muscles with penal muscles becoming stiff, making my penis to dig in between her thighs. We were breathing heavily. We both entered into bed she made me to lie and came over me and placed her fleshy lips on my lips. "Sorry to interrupt you," he says---"couldn't help but notice what you were doing". I blushed but laughed and said "No problem, thought I was alone". I just stared at him for a moment, not believing this was happening---wondering if I was misreading the sexual tension I thought I felt. His penis was starting to lift, beginning to throb. He still made no effort to turn away, though his dick was now fully erect and pointing straight at me. I couldn't help but look at it. I turned to face. A boy was already running up to us with a big smirk on his face. It was pretty clear his friends had dared him to throw the football in our direction so he could get a closer look.“Sorry about that,” he smiled. It was the weakest apology I had ever heard.My sister kept titty fucking the umbrella pole slowly and told him it was fine as she faced forward.“Can I ask what you are doing? Is that some sort of exercise?” the teenage boy asked impishly.“I am titty fucking the umbrella, Sir,” my sister. Telling me what I had missed. ‘And it was so safe with Stella there. After all, she wouldn’t be interested in staying if Bernard were in some way risky. We were laughing and teasing now, anyway. I felt wonderful, especially as I caressed Bernard’s back. ‘Damn! Stella was unzipping him and he was pretending (I think) to struggle against her and then he kissed her. Why should SHE be getting the fun? ‘I tugged at his pants from behind, being sure to grab his silk boxers with both hands. He.