Course they might be disappointed if he ain’t equipped like I am.”I grabbed at his erection in his best Big Smith’s. “Well he ain’t. Neither...is my dad. Yore the biggest and best, that’s fur sure.” He liked to hear that. Good gal strategy.I had the buttons undone so I started slobbering on my favorite pecker. “Tastes like you did a little gittin ready for our date yerself.”“Yeah, that’s why I cain’t ever get mad at yew. With daddy in jail so much for cookin shine, someone has to take care of Maw. . yet. And, although Janet’s party was not a school event, Jake and I had decided that we would continue the outreach element from the day before. But as a concession to the festivities, again I was wearing heels and thigh-high black stockings.Well, hell! I couldn’t allow myself to be totally upstaged by my kid sister!The four of us found Jeff and Marty in the living room. That seemed to be the place selected as the most sedate room for the evening. When they saw us, both jumped to their feet. He reached to the bed side table and grabbed the tube of cream. Pulling his finger out, he pressed the tip of the tube against my hole and squirted some in me. Putting some on his fingers he rubbed and pressed. There was a slight sting as he pushed two fingers in. My dick hurt as it stiffened and Tim bent down and sucked it. I closed my eyes and enjoyed the feeling Tim was giving me. Rebecca came out of the bathroom wrapped in a towel. She looked over at us and said, why did you start without. Those who frequent dark adult theaters, glory holes, and gay bath houses know the feeling. The heart quickens, resolve disappears, the urge to get wild and nasty is overpowering. I made my way down the stairs and toward my throne.It was akin to a scene from a zombie flick. The dim aisle lights gave everyone a pale albino appearance, like cave dwellers who had just discovered, not fire, but pussy. Hands and lips were everywhere. Sliding along my ass crack, saliva on my tits, fingers dipping.