In front of the television, Cynthia and Paul sat close together on one side of the suitcase, Mike and Judy on the other. In the middle, facing the TV ...nd the suitcase, sat Harry.Deliberately, Judy snuggled close against her brother, nestling under his arm. She rested one band on his thigh. The raincoat hung open enough to display one of her firm young breasts and one thigh as she sat with her legs folded under herself. She noticed that Paul, seeing the way she was sitting, drew Cynthia in. It was some panting moments before Erica had any clear awareness of her surroundings and situation. She found herself lying on the dark-polished dresser among her own crushed veil, crystal ornaments scattered around and semen running down her breasts to pool copiously on her sternum. Her first instincts on regaining her rational mind were of self-preservation. She was wriggling on the smooth surface to peel the suspender-belt away from her tummy before it got soiled any further with cum. Then. She was ravishing. I immediately got a hard on. As she was bending down to squeeze her petticoat, I could clearly see her lovely globes hanging in her blouse. She caught me looking again, and this time she smiled, turned around, and started unhooking her blouse. The blouse came off and she was now in her black bra which was struggling to contain her boobs. I could also see her firm ass giggling under her petticoat. She turned around and looked at me invitingly. It was too much for me now, I. “…you’re dressed like an ex-nun today.”At this she blushed a deep red, and actually managed to give me a sheepish little grin. I smiled back and continued, “But that’s not the main reason this is happening, Nadine.” Her look became anxious as I went on. “The real reason this is happening is because…” I leaned forward then, and kissed her, a long and tender kiss. Then I drew back just enough to look into her eyes and finished, “…it’s what you want. And you know it, Nadine.”Her eyes went.