She was giggling, swapping comments with Lettie and Janie, and after she’d creamed Mr Whitaker’s chest and legs she put her hand round it! Right ...round his cock!! Well as far as it would go at least.And then she played with it and was laughing about it, not taking it seriously at all, putting cream on it and rubbing it.Mr Whitaker seemed quite relaxed about it too; obviously this wasn’t the first time. He reached up and stroked between her legs. It was hard to see at that distance but his. I hold onto his tie as tight as I can as I throw my head back and moan his name. He goes back to my chest, taking off my bra and flicking his tongue against my hard nipples. I moan in response, enjoying every second of his mouth on my tits. "Mm, you like that, Gianna? Hmm?" He starts sucking on my nipples, the wetness in my panties growing as I grind against him. I moan, loudly, in response. Suddenly, he stands up, throwing me onto the desk. He sits back in his chair. "Put on a show for me;. My cum exploded from me like "Old Faithful", shooting straight up almost. My sister just stood there wide eyed with a hint of a smile playing at the edges of her mouth.Again she asked, "What are you doing, Donny?" What does it look like?" I snapped at her, irritated at being caught masturbating by my sister.I rushed to the kitchen to get a paper towel to clean myself off with and my sister followed."What the hell, Ging? Can't you leave me alone?" I asked. "You have already embarrassed me, what. The bedroom was a closed in porch, complete with a leftover window between the kitchen and bedroom.We continued the drinking at our house. After a bit, I went to the living room to stretch out on the couch. Just a few minutes later Lisa ran to the bathroom. On her way out, I asked her to sit with me. We are talking and pretty quickly (I blame it on the alcohol) we were making out. I could not believe it. Her lips were so soft and yielding. Soon our tongues were dueling and our relaxed libidos.