Her eyes remain on mine as her fingers begin to play with the flesh, and they become erect. She arches her back toward me, throwing her head back, dis...playing her creamy neck. As she does so, I am losing my patience for the slow strip show. I lower to my knees and place my thumbs in the waist of her panties. I can smell Cynthia’s special and enticing aroma, mixed with the scent of amber. I can see that the crotch of her panties is soaked through. She is enjoying being an exhibitionist for my. . Jean could see that his bottom lip was quivering and he looked as if he was about to cry, and went to him and told him that she had wanted him since puberty and hoped to consummate their mutual lust now.They hurried past the master bedroom's ajar door and could hear the grunts and whistles and cries of ecstasy and went on to the guest room and it's queen sized bed. As soon as they stripped he went to her and without any foreplay needed, fucked his daughter's leaking cunt as he had wanted to. He should know better. When all my arguments were done, I slammed the door and turned to my sis. - What do you have to say to defend yourself? I yelled at her. She was old enough to make a good decision for herself. - He is a good fuck. It's so cool! - Are you two insane? Correction: old, yes, wise, no. I was out of my mind. I often felt that I was the only sane person in this house. But they were 2 against me. My bro came out, with a pair of jeans on. To annoy me, he didn't zip it on and. I don't like drinking anyone's piss, but am starting to get used to it. The girls have made me do it so much. And I know it isn't bad for you. It is actually pretty clean. It is just the thought of someone pissing in my mouth.He pissed a lot. I figured he must have drank a lot last night. I wasn't with them, but knew they must have partied and fucked well into the night. The room smelled like a French Whore house. Even if they were sleeping by the time I got in.He finished pissing and finally.