“Do you have some laundry to do also?” She said. I smiled. “Just a load. I can wait.” I said. “Buck!! You’re naked. Where’s your clo...hes?” she said. “Oops! I did not have anything to wear this morning. I thought I was alone in the house.” I said. I slowly pulled my hard cock out of laundry basket. The tip was glistening with pre-cum. I saw Mrs. Cotton eyes get bigger. She was staring at my fully erect cock. “I though I made my self clear. We can’t have sex. I’m still married. I. Finally she stopped laughing and just giggled as she got some air into her lungs."You're ... on!" she giggled.The trail that led to the waterfall wasn't all that long, maybe half a mile, and it was easy going as the path was well worn, except for a couple of steep places. Denny and Becca pulled ahead, as it was a little rougher for Polly, who wasn't quite as used to walking that fast. She turned around to apologize to Brian."I'm sorry, but that's what you get for going out with an old. Her head was on my shoulder and her firm young breasts were burning holes in my shirt. Unbidden, my hand slid down the graceful curve of her spine to stroke her taut dancer’s butt, a touch as soft as a subtle question. She answered by pulling us even tighter together, tummy to tummy. The pressure of her on my erection sent a shockwave through me ending in a short, sharp intake of air through dilated nostrils. All unplanned, untimed, and spontaneous. We were in the moment and it was just the. "Let's just say we all love fucking each other and leave it at that," Ken said as he watched the pleasure that crossed his younger sister's face. He could see the way Mary's swollen stomach was starting to quiver with her own approaching orgasm. He could feel his own orgasm approaching as Mary's pussy squeezed his shaft with every thrust but he was determined to hold out through his sister's first orgasm and push her on through a second one before he shot his load into her hungry pussy.Mary's.