She was classically beautiful. Not in a Reubenesque way, but a classic 70's Playboy pinup way. They don't make bodies like that anymore. Or breasts. O... asses. Her light gait almost made her seem to not touch the ground at all. She smiled a Mona Lisa smile under hazel eyes. The kind that said, "I know something you don't." A t-shirt was plucked from the floor and tossed on, barely long enough to cover the bottom of her ass and the curve of her pussy lips. She kept on smiling, opening the sliding. He had a handful of her ass in each hand, and he squeezed these really hard. Joy could feel her body juices flowing uncontrollably down her legs as her brother aroused her with his fingers.With a bit of maneuvering, Jason could get his fingers into the crack of Joy's ass. His fingers ran up and down the crack, playing with his sister's tiny pink ass-hole. Jason would insert just a little bit of his finger there, and he could feel Joy's ass clenching and opening on his digit. He just loved it!. I tried to shush her. I rubbed over her hard nipples. Stacie moaned and wiggled more on my poor boner. We kept this up for nearly ten minutes. The stimulation to my dick was too much. Desperately I tried to think of something boring, but the stimulation of my hands on Stacie's tits and her grinding on my erection were too much. I spurted five squirts of cum into my pants.I exclaimed, "Shit!" I pulled my hands out from under Stacie's shirt."What's wrong, Tiger?" Then she felt my dick deflate.. A large black bear of an old man lumbers in from the bedroom door. “What? Who the hell…?” “Sorry, girlie,” Doug says. “This is my friend, Salvador. He has been waiting awhile.” As Emily shuts her legs and gathers her clothes, the hulk of a man is looming on top of them in front. “Shit. What’s this? Waiting for what?,” stammers Emily, who now recognizes the nice hobo with long dirty black hair that she sees often near the train station in town. “Me too, please,” says the foul-smelling giant.