Carol was all pale skin, a reclined ghost, her dark skirt was up above her waist and her long legs were bare, curled up and around Mark’s exposed bu..., his head was buried in her naked tits, she was rapt, her head thrown back, I think I was forgotten.The heady smell of sex was filling the car, I cracked my window a touch as it threatened to overwhelm me. I tried to ignore the mirror but a whine like a begging puppy dragged my eyes back, Mark’s bum was slowly lifting and descending, Carol’s legs. Areolas a shade between white and pink, so pale they were barely visible. Her nipples were small, slightly darker yet still as beautiful. I reached to pull on one, rolling it between my fingers as my mouth went to her neck. I heard her moan, one hand migrating between my legs to rub at my pussy. My teeth nibbled a neat path to her nipple, sucking on it gently and giving the occasional bite. Eventually I freed her breast, groaning as I felt Sandras elegant fingers slip underneath my silk. .. something stirring in my loins. Jesus, Robert ... you're getting a hard-on for your sister? You need a psychiatrist, or a girlfriend?She did look ready to go out. I never told her my plans ... did I even have any plans? I dressed up nice, and she looks good enough to ea ... stop it, Robert!"Sarah," I said watching her putting on earrings, "You're the only person alive that still calls me 'Robby.' Could I ask ... that you call me Robert at least tonight? I'm living vicariously through my. John continued to fuck me, feeding his cock to the back of my cunt while Teresa worked my clitoris. They didn’t hurry. I made a conscious effort not to reach for it. And so together we strove, up and up and up to the point of no return. When it came, Teresa clamped her palm across my mound as though to contain the throbbing pleasure that originated there and coursed through my body.John, meanwhile, was no longer inside me. He was standing, feet straddled each side of us as Teresa and I lay side.