I didn’t even bother putting on any underwear as I knew the boys would be arranging my outfit. I just put on a pair of tight jeans and white shirt t...at could barely contain my tits.Our outfits were laid out on the bed ready for us when we arrived at Anthony’s house. Black suspender belt and black stockings. That was it. We put our matching outfits on and looked in the mirror. Two perfect looking sluts.“Get out here bitches” shouted Anthony We returned to living room, in the time that we had. She was like in a dream and screaming while I increased my speed. She was almost begging to fuck her. The mixture of my saliva and her love juices made it so wet and smooth for the passage of my 6.5 inch fully erected hard dick. He was grown so bigger like a pole and I brought it into the doors of her pussy. Her pussy was tight and she was a virgin. She was having some pain and told me to put it inside very slowly. I obeyed her orders with pleasure and applied some more saliva on my guy and on. Hoping his legs would still work, he stumbled back downstairs. Reeling out through the patio door, he unlocked his bike and sped off down the street. Turning the corner, he parked his bike behind a bush and sat there trembling from shock, anger, and the flu.He had to wait fifteen minutes before Brad Hammond came whizzing down the street in his Caddie. He felt sick at his stomach as he watched the car fade out of sight. How could his mother have done such a thing, he wondered as he pulled out. M. my amazing Aunt Holly walked in. Memories flooded back to the previous encounter I had with her when my Dad went on holiday. I wasn't sure if it would be awkward as we now met again for the first time since the encounter. I didn't want the family to find out what had happened. When she entered, she was greeted by the rest of the family, while I sat in the living room remembering the amazing time I spent around her house. How would she react? Would she be different around me? Or would.