”“We know what we’re doing, stay out of it, you folded.” Abbey replied none too nicely.“Yeah, she’s a big girl, let her bet the way she wa...ts.” Sara agreed.And with that Sheila relented and sat back to see how things unfolded. Naturally neither one of the sisters would give an inch and the wagering just continued until it reached its inevitable conclusion.“If I win I get your car. Or should I say Dad’s old car,” Abbey grinned. Both girls loved their Dad’s old cherry red 1957 Ford Thunderbird,. Craig tentatively rested his head on John's shoulder. It felt really good, and John didn't object, so they sat like that forthe rest of the game.Finally they had a few beers, John had four while Craig nursed one, whileJohn spoke about which players were rubbish and so on. They seemed tohave a mutual understanding they would only talk about small stufftonight, which Craig was grateful for. By 11pm John was yawning."I'm beat. Time for bed. It's been a long day," he said."Agreed. I can hardly. Min had different ideas and began to remove them."Hold up girl, you can't take them off?" I said in panic."Why not, he ain't got anything I haven't seen before." Hey yeah, when you were kids maybe. But you're both adults now!" Ooh aah, don't go getting all prim and proper on us in your old age Barry? What Bill's got to offer ain't going to frighten me. Now if it was yours on the other hand, I might have second thoughts; I might not be able to control myself!"I'm sure you've had the feeling. Tim lifts her legs even more and presses his cock up in her special hole. Abbie is learning to quickly relax from Tim’s first thrust and allow him full entry. The next half-hour or so is rather intense. Both Tim and Abbie reach the point of breathing so hard, and sweat is dripping off them. As Tim thrusts in harder and deeper, each is moaning. Tim feels his cock throbbing up in Abbie, and her unique vag sides are contracting over and over. Holding Tim as he presses in. Abbie is almost in.