Through the alcohol-induced haze she realised they were not using condoms – she couldn’t fall pregnant, so what the fuck! And so she just pressed ...back towards his thrusting hips.“This is fucking great. Take it deep. I want to titfuck you too, baby.”“Man, she is hot.” he said and slapped her ass cheek. It stung.“She sucks like your fucking pool cleaner, man.”“Her cunt is wet but sooo fucking tight when she squeezes on my cock.”“Hey, my turn for a bit of pussy. Come, swop over, man.”All the booze. "She replaced the telephone receiver; rejoined her companion behind thelong counter, and composed her face to a look of polite enquiry. She hadboth her hands thrust into the pockets of a crisply ironed white dustcoat; opened at the front; and beneath the coat she wore a round neckedmaroon coloured jumper and a grey skirt. The jumper fitted her closely;outlining her small breasts; and then I noticed that she had a smallwaist. Oh, Yes! She had an extremely small waist; and, immediately,. She moved back at him, her hips working feverishly with his to get him as deep within her body as possible. I had given him the mental tip that this was one of my sisters and the rest just went from there.This continued for several more minutes, each of us fucking the other’s sister, while Des actually played with both of our asses to add her own services to the equation. I reminded myself to fuck her breathless later that day as a serious reward for her excellent help. She was still my,. Jean walked in with just a robe on and a towel wrapped around her head. I figured she must have just taken a bath, but she had makeup on. Mrs. Jean and granddad started talking about something and then they started to talk about me. Gramps told her I had reached "the age" and was ready. I was puzzled but figured it was some kind of old people talk. Mrs. Jean asked me if I liked girls, had a girl friend or had been with a girl? I answered her questions, yes, no, and no. She then took the towel.