”Mandy smiled, her pot clouded mind gave her permission to let her brother trim her cunt hair so she said “Come on, lets do it.” As she voiced ...her consent her tummy fluttered with butterflies. Surprised that she had said yes he asked “Now?”“Well yeah, better now because I’m in the mood, 20 minutes from now I might not be.” They scrambled off the bed and dashed as a pair of carefree seven year olds to her adjoining bathroom. His stiff cock was bouncing as they ran. She turned to face him. — Bet you wish — you had a nice warm cock — about to shoot its load — in your dried up little cunt. — OW!She turned her head to look back at me."What the hell was that for?" she demanded.I couldn't really tell her. I didn't really know. I was enjoying the whole scene, right up until she took that last jab at my mother."Cum, bitch," I growled at her, slapping her one more time on the ass."Oh, fuck!" Laura groaned, twisting the sheets in her fists as her body twisted beneath me in response to my. Most of the conversation that night was about our old days living in a small village ,playing lots of sports and messing around . Diane was an old friend from those days , couple years younger , and born and bred in same area. She used to watch us play cricket and played for our mixed hockey team. We never went out which is perhaps why we remained good friends until we both moved away . She was always a fairly quiet girl , good looking with what we all thought was a great body ,only a couple. "So, do we get a tour?"After tidying the kitchen I showed them around. My first impression had been it was a mansion compared to where I lived, but I revised that downwards as I showed them around. Sure, it felt big compared to what I was used to, a two-story box, according to Mom built in the 1940s. This was a split-level from the '70s, the living room, kitchen, dining room on one level. Flipping the proper switch next to the sliding back doors turned on the pool's underwater lights, making it.