Not because they were holding hands. It's not that unusual for women to hold hands when they're walking together, especially when they're friends, or ...- like these two -- sisters. Not because they were beautiful. Though they were beautiful -- both in their early twenties, skin so tight and smooth, taught bellies, breasts high and firm, with just a hint of a jiggle as they walked. Not even because they were rich and famous. Though they were rich -- and, therefore, at least just a little bit. Time to relax for a minute, so we both smoke a cigarettes. The movie is still going, so we watch the next couple of scenes, until I've rested properly. I tell him to move over to the recliner and take off his pants, and he complies. Now it was my turn. I can't wait to take him into my mouth, so I quickly drop to my knees and engulf his cock in one swift motion. Now, you might think that the main reason for sucking him off, is to make him feel good, while giving him some relief. Or there's. She was perched on a tall wooden chair at the corner of the deep end, likely tasked with watching the diving board. A wide umbrella obscured her from harsh rays of the sun. Her red hair was up in a small bun, and a set of aviator shades covered her eyes. The redheaded goddess was covered in a red one-piece, and she had a white hoodie zipped open and wrapped over her shoulders. Swimsuit and hoodie did nothing to hide her spectacular rack, and her legs looked very nice exposed.But what was. Her mother must have had a heart attack from the note her father left. He wrote that he loved his children but could not live without his wife. There was an empty bottle of sleeping pills and a water glass on the bedside table where we found the two of them.Shirley read the note and nodded and sobbed. She knew the devotion that her father had toward his wife, her mother. She said, "He always said that he would never be able to outlive her for long." She cried some more. Ed and I carried their.