I could hear the sucking sound as Jenny’s pussy clung to J’s fingers as they fucked her. It was hot, both watching my wife finger her best friend,...and hearing the wet sound of their love-making. I kissed Jenn’s sweet mouth softly and gently. I petted her perky breasts and pinched her hard, swollen nipples. I could feel her body rocking in time with J’s finger-thrusts. My cock was doing its own little dance in time with the music of the girls’ love-making. Jenn’s lips parted and I slid my hot. She watched as he went to the limo and knocked on the window. The and the driver talked. Then he reached in his pocket and handed something to the driver. "Come on." he called to her.She hurried to the limo and they both climbed in. The driver had already raised the privacy glass and they were secluded in their hide away, driving through the heart of the city. There was no hesitation. They both knew what they wanted. They kissed. A long wet, probing kiss. Both exploring, tasting; pure. To her credit, Susan knew what to do and stopped kissing me, burying her head in my shoulder as I let out a cry.“God yes!” I grunted as I continued to come, my young sister’s body clasped to me. The orgasm seemed to last forever but eventually I felt the last few drops ooze out and I relaxed my grip.“Was that nice bruv…?” Susan whispered in my ear.“Lovely!”“I liked it when you were squeezing my bottom!” Susan muttered. I grinned and gave it another squeeze.“It’s such a nice little bottom it’s. What's going on?"Since her mom had died, whenever Jenna had appeared to be experiencing grief, Dell had insisted they get it out on top of the table and handle it - never letting her just sit in it. This had always proved to be the right thing, because it was not long before the moments of grief dwindled to nil. Jenna was at peace with her mom's passing, or so it seemed.Dell insisted again, "Sweetheart, what's happening? Tell me about it." She sobbed even louder and then, abruptly, reached out.