Just who are you again?" Too bad, he either didn't get the Abbot and Costello reference or was smart enough to pretend that he hadn't. Just as well, I...didn't feel like reenacting 'Who's on First?' anyway,"Too bad, I just remembered it's time to close the bar. Booze all gone — no more for today. Think I'll just turn of the machines, shut off the lights and grab a paddle and swim home. Actually with any more rain my mobile home will just float down the beach and meet me half way. Win-Win. ”“Yes, Sir,” she said, not questioning, hearing the authority in my voice.“Clint?” Melody asked.“Talk to her,” I grinned. “If she heard us last night, I want to know if she's turned on. Probe her. Put her on speaker phone and let's find out how ripe my sister's cherry is.”Melody's bowels clenched on my dick. “Oh, you are a wicked brother.”“Uh-huh,” Mom said, rushing back to the bed and handing Melody her iPhone. “Quiet,” I told Mom, my finger slightly stroking Melody's clit. I wanted to pound. "Whoo! George!" June raised her head, panting. "What are-"He interrupted her. "I think I found a new toy to play with." His finger retreated and playfully traced circles around her asshole before pushing in again. "Whoo!" June squealed again. She pushed her ass towards his hand, burying his finger deeper.George slid a hand underneath her to pat her clit while he worked her asshole. His wife squirmed on his lap, whispering and muttering dirty words he didn't even know she knew. "Now, who was. I gave it similar treatment that I had to her clit, being sure to give both nipples equal attention. By now, my fingers were pumping in and out of her pussy like a jack hammer. Her whole body seemed to writhe as I continued my way up her body until my lips found hers again. The next kiss she gave me was one of the most passionate kisses I had ever had. She grabbed my hand and kept working it around her pussy, placing my fingers in certain places she wanted them. I was no amateur, but she.