One night we went to San Francisco. He wanted to go to Fisherman’s Wharf but I nixed that because of my first kiss. His alternate was Italian fare i...n North Beach, away from tawdry Broadway and its Red Balloon with sidewalk slide and Carol Doda’s swing roost.He’d dressed me in a short red sequin dress. After dinner, flush with drinking, we walked out to the fog hand in hand. The valet ran to retrieve his Porsche, revved the engine as he returned, parked with a little squeal of tires, jumped. It joined the pants.Brian leaned back on his hands again, dressed only in black briefs, a distinct bulge obvious in the front. "So, Nic, what in hell is your aunt doing here?" No, leave those. Let me. Soon." She stood again at the foot of the bed and pulled her own shirt off over her head. A quick manoeuvre and her blue bra was also thrown to the floor. She grinned and shook her firm pale breasts at her attentive husband. "Roberta showed up on Sunday with Andy in tow." Oh, she brought the boy?. Maybe that was the problem? Maybe when she got drunk she did stupid things without remembering it, and she just didn’t know it because last night was the first time she ever did it? But then why didn’t she feel hungover now? She’d figure it all out later, Mindy decided. For now, it was time to get out of bed and find her clothes and get out of this apartment before- ‘Hi,’ a sleepy male voice said next to her. Mindy looked over. ‘Hi,’ she said. ‘Um…good morning.’ She rolled over to face him and. I unbuttoned my boxers and pulled my dong out, slowly wanking as I feasted my eyes on her exposed twat, wet fingers sliding in and out of herself. From the corner of my eye I could see dad was doing the same. I allowed myself a look at him. She had been right before, we were very similar in the trouser department. Having satisfied myself that I was neither grossed out nor particularly turned on seeing my dad wanking, I turned my attention back to Lorna who was now teasing her arsehole with.