I still held my now empty glass and brought it down between my legs, spreading them far enough for it to fit at the base of my pussy.My skirt was shif...ed up far enough for her to see my curly red pubes, and the sprinkling stream of piss that shot out of my muff, filling the glass quickly. Nervously, she glanced across my shoulder, but apparently nobody took notice of the two redheaded girls in the back who were just enjoying themselves.When I was done, I held the glass up to her lips and let. "Are you feeling a little better, Samantha?" he asked standing. "Can I offer you something to drink?" He walked over the closet that held the washing machine, pulled it open, and then opened the door on the dryer as well before opening the washing machine and scooping the contents out and into the dryer in a well practiced motion. He paused and pulled her shirt out of the pile and held it up, looking at it. "Merde," he muttered. "Samantha, I am afraid this might take more work. The first pass. They’ve gone fishing with Colleen and Wayne.” Colleen was married to Wayne and they often included the boys on their frequent fishing and camping trips. Neither Pam nor I enjoyed either activity and weren’t invited to any of them.“Groovy! That means we have the run of the place. I like it.”“We can have some peace and quiet for a change.” She shifted and lay on her side, still facing me, giving me an even better eyeful of her new and very much improved femininity.“You’re looking good, Sis. They. "It might be nice though," she mumbled. "To have someone to love me, who is not family?" Yes," once again the image of James Atherton flashed before Iris's eyes. "Yes it would be nice."Their little reverie was stalled by the loud chiming of the door bell, and the sisters looked at each other knowingly.They would have liked to have remained upstairs and out of the way, but their father had issued instructions and they would follow them.The light robes that they wore did not conceal much, and so.