I clung to my son and Master as we headed into our house.He was amazing. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Vicky SamuelsI nuzzled my face between my sister...s thighs. Her black bush was matted with Clint's cum. Her large breasts rose and fell with her excitement. I paused as I stared that tattoo on her left tit. The triangle with the three initials in there. Clint, Cheryl, Vicky.My sister and I would always be the older Clint's in our hearts, but when he passed on he'd left us in his son's hands. And. Almost as tall, her figure was more shapely, and her long brunette hair was thick and wavy. Her face was quite attractive, but not as sweet and innocent-looking as Jennys. The cheerleading sweater was a tight, ribbed turtleneck variety, ending just at her waist, so that when she would lift her arms, her flat tummy would peek out. It was all white except for two thin red stripes running down the sides and down the sleeves. The red letters SJHS, about four inches high, ran across her chest. Her. She had no children and lived with her first husband, who I found out later was John. Up to that point, we had only said hello to each other, but I had fantasized about her many times before.Victoria got out of the taxi with some luggage. She waved at me and said hello and smiled as I realized my hand was still inside my shorts. I quickly pulled my hand out as she went inside her house.About ten minutes later, she ran out and went to the neighbor’s house on the other side. She was clearly. You pay attention." She did. I picked up that much from our conversations. "So," I asked, when's school start back up?" Two weeks," she said."Excited?" No, not really." She sighed. "I'm the outsider. Even for here, living in an RV park puts you on the outside. An' Mom doesn't spend a lot on my clothes. Sometimes people make fun of me." I'm sorry to hear that. Kids can be cruel." Yeah," she said. "An' if I need help on my homework or stuff, I'm on my own. Mom's, like, ZERO help. I don't know if.