That’s the only thing you have going for you in this mess as it is,” he answered.“Again, excuse me?” I asked incredulously. “Explain to me w...at I have done wrong!”“Those!” cried Mom, pointing at the rubbers still on the table. “Get them off my dining room table! How dare you have them out!”I reached out and grabbed the little envelopes and stuffed them in my pants pocket, holding one back. “These, Mom? These. You know perfectly well what they are. They are prophylactic condoms for the purpose. Probably, I was still apprehensive about waking her up. I deliberately kept my strokes light and gentle while fondling her cunt. While my one hand cuddled my sister’s delicious pussy, my other hand was busy stroking my cock. I worked dexterously, one hand caressed my sister’s cunt and other whacked my shaft at a feverish pace. It’s difficult to remember how long that session lasted but I whacked myself off to another wonderful climax. With the intense feeling of self-gratification, my cock. ”“It’s all right. I just didn’t expect it. Do it again, harder and don’t stop until I tell you too.” Did I tell you that she likes a little pain?When I did, out of the corner of my eye, I saw her grimace but start to really go at her clit. Then suddenly, she pushed my hand away. She clamped her legs together and in her own silent way came hard.After coming down from her orgasm, she said, “Wow!. That was different!”“Different?”“Keep your eyes on the road. That just took the edge off.”I. A huge striped tent, or at least the top of one. They intended to erect wool walls around the big top, using all the blankets they owned, and all the felt and rugs as well, to prevent anyone from seeing the show for free.They had collected the eight poles, or almost trees, in a river canyon outside of the town, and with guy ropes would lift the center of the big top up in a peak tied to the tops of the poles around the edge of the big top. It would all be ready in a few days, just enough time.