I made it half way passed the door, and then….“Kris, hey can you get me a towel?”I stopped dead in my tracks. I could not turn my head. I just s...ood there like an idiot. My inner voices were arguing back and forth. “Are you deaf? I asked if you would get me a towel, I am standing here dripping.”That was all it took. I turned my head, and my mouth dropped open from the sight before me. My sister, naked, and dripping water. Her body glistened from the dampness of the bath. Her breasts heaved up. I fucked his mouth with a soft gentle motion. He licked and sucked at me like a calf at a cow, finally I could take no more and held his head fast to my squirting penis. We both flopped into the big overstuffed chairs. He laughed, if you only knew how many times I jerked off fantasizing and dreaming about doing exactly that. I’ve had the hots for you since I first met you twenty years ago. Really Bert, I had no idea you were gay. You always seemed so happily married. He laughed again, I was, He. You still have yours on."Vicky didn't say a word as she barely kept her balance and sluffed off her top revealing her small tits wearing a pink bra.Wow, she really is fucked up."And a girl takes off her pants too."She unzipped her jeans and tried pealing them off. Vicky plopped in an empty chair, before rolling in the dirt of my front yard, and finished removing her pants. She popped right back up (barely) showing off her matching pink high cut panties.Now I'm not really a fan of Vicky. She. Still warm and wet, fresh, fuck, my cock went to full on hard. I had too, just had no other choice, the forces of her wet panties were pulling me in. Becky was in the shower for about five minutes, and my wife got distracted with her mom, so I seized the opportunity and headed to her room. I wasted no time, I went straight in and I was treated to such a yummy surprise. Becky had placed right on top of the laundry pile, her fresh Pink brand panties, black and white in color, with little.