I smirked a bit. My dad thought he was the father."He's doing just fine," Mom said and kissed him back."Where's Eric and Sheila?" I don't know," Mom ...replied. "They won't come until called. I'm sure of it." Can't you wait until tonight?" What the heck was Mom doing?"I want it now." My mother stepped away from Dad, pulled up her skirt, yanked down her panties and braced herself over the back of the sofa. Sheila and I gasped. I'd forgotten I was holding my sister against her will and had. They end perfectly at mid-thigh where they connect by four garters on each leg to your beautiful lacy pink garter belt. It’s full and strong and the lace gently tugs at your soft skin as you move your hips. And you’ll be moving your hips quite a bit, sissy. It’s your turn to do all the work! At the ends of the eight garters, where they clip to your delicate stockings, are eight little bells that jingle whenever your thighs move. There might be some music in your future! Of course that. Would they? I wasn’t sure but I was too desperate to fuck him and be fucked by him to stop anyway. I opened up a couple of beers, shut the curtains and put a bi video on. Whilst he (Tim) sat down to watch it I quickly got out of my suit, grabbed some tissues, condoms and lube plus a quilt to go on the lounge floor. I went in and sat down beside him. The first scene was still on – a stud fucking a girl on a 1-1 in a train. It was hot but I knew the second scene was better. Tim’s trousers. ” That seemed to relieve his anxieties, so I went back down and sucked for a while longer, then paused again and asked, “Ron, have you come already today?” He shook his head, so I looked at Rose and asked, “May I?” “Absolutely!” she replied with a giant grin. I smiled at them both, then took his lovely hardness into my mouth again. I sucked, then took him deeper, and soon had him all the way into my throat. “Holy fuck!” Ron exclaimed. I released him with my distinct popping sound, like.