.." "Do not worry!" Deborah's twenty-three-year-old sister (looking as prim and proper as ever in her housecoat and apron) tried to reassure everybod.... "My husband can take care of all your money concerns..." The naturally strawberry blonde hated dark moods. "Evy!! Just How rich do you think I am!" yelled her older sister's fifty-year-old husband (dressed in his orange camouflage camping outfit). Despite the chaos and responsibility he was under, Deborah's brother-in-law-cum-'Dad' was looking. I began to rub slower and take longer strokes. I was fascinated by what I thought was small twitches under her panties. I didn’t realize how far up her leg I was actually rubbing. By the time I heard the moans, I was already rubbing her thighs. That’s when I noticed the tiny wet spot. Needless to say I was floored. There was no denying the effect I was having on her. I never in a million years would have thought she would respond to my touch this way. It was an instant turn on. I told myself. Inside the house there were the usual furnishings in the threebedrooms, the living room, dining room, and kitchen. One room was set upas an office, with a desktop computer, fax machine, and a safe. Wecouldn't guess what was in the safe and didn't have the skill or thetime to open it. There was no basement but the garage was pay-dirt. We found drumsof chemicals, some liquid and some solid, as well as a mixing vat andsmaller containers presumably to hold the finished product. On aworkbench. She seemed to be enjoying this as much I was, Betty licked and bit on her bottom lip as she savored the view she was getting. I was getting a boner just from watching Betty looking at Sheela's pussy and licking her lips, could she be thinking about eating Sheela's pussy like I was and picturing herself doing it. I lifted and lapped the leg that Betty's hand was on so that I could hide my boner that was rising, Betty did not move her hand when I did so with my leg now elevated her hand slid down.