I think you might be one for her.”That’s what it seemed like every day after school and also over at Greg and Linda’s when their folks took a we...kend away. I got to see Sis get fucked a bunch of different ways and Linda and I put on the best show we could.Then there was the week over the holidays when our fuck-friends’ whole family went to visit out-of-town relatives. Two days since we’d last bonked them and Sis and I were itching to get laid. It wasn’t surprising then that I was awakened by. Many of the private schools such as the one Beth andBecky went to were all girl schools (or all guysschools such as the school next door to Beth andBecky’s all girl school. Becky and Beth lived in asuburb of town which perhaps in the early 1900’s was apremier place to live. However, since the mid 1980’s ithad fallen on rough times as crime went up and thenumber of friendly neighbors went down. However, the Henderson family was sort of a diamond inthe rough, in that their four. She continued to nervously shuffle the can goods around in the pantry. “You know. . . you have a very cute ass,” I said. “Thanks,” Betty responded, before commiserating, “Too bad Bob doesn’t recognize it.” “Fuck Bob,” I replied. Betty turned around, pulled up her skirt, and then with one quick move, her hand lifted her skirt up and over my head. “If you see anything there that you like,” Betty remarked, “It’s all yours.” I placed both my hands on Betty’s ass and squeezed. She stepped off the. Nothing highly illegal had happened, certainly nothing like their kidnapping anyone again, but they had illegally and nastily stuck their noses into my family's lives. They'd got hold of all my family's medical records, and had also concocted a cover story - a toxic spill from a tanker-truck in a road accident near our home - to require all local inhabitants to get medical tests. The CIA had told my family that their tests had been positive (lies, as the tanker hadn't been carrying anything.