My heart stopped beating. My sister was standing there wet with only a towel covering her boobs and her pussy. Her mouth was open and her eyes were st...uck at my erected huge penis which was pointing at her.She is very fair with dark hair and eyes. I tried covering my penis with my hands but because of its huge size I failed. Soon she rushed to the door and tried to open it. As I had locked it, the door would not open. I went close to her and removed my hand from my shaft to unlock the door. Her. I hoped he was buying these for children instead of to sell. We'd spent many wonderful hours with that record player and those records as children. And that kind of music never goes out of style. Some of the Disney stuff had been decades old when Mary and I sat around, singing along with the record. I was almost sorry to part with them for $125 but it was better than leaving them in the garage. He'd probably have to spend $500 to get that stuff new. Provided he could find records and a record. “Go ahead,” she whispered, “Touch it. I know you want to.” Instinctively knowing what she meant, I reached out and ran my hands lightly over the soft fur of the jacket. Sliding them all over her body, I soon found myself touching the swell over her breasts. “Do you like it? My fur, that is?” she asked quietly, seemingly enjoying having me paw her body. “I do. I love fur.” “I know,” my neighbour cooed as I continued caressing her jacket, “I found the evidence this morning.” I blushed fiercely.. "Warehouse" was a legitimate need for them. They'd recorded their first albums, Genie in a Bottle and Faire Maiden back in the late part of '90 -- one was pop/blues, the other was renaissance faire music. Ordering a thousand copies of each seemed like a huge risk with their limited funds, since they were basically selling the albums themselves at show dates. But it had turned out to be a good deal; the albums cost them about $3.00 a copy to make and they usually sold them for $15.00. The albums.