But the stubble? And I didn’t even have a razor. Rat bastard Dad. Not that he would’ve known what I needed a razor for. I pulled the panties up wi...hout a second thought until I got to the top. The back didn’t fit. I glanced in the mirror, no, it was just twisted and cutting into my left ass cheek. Almost automatically, I plucked it into place, nylon disappeared yet somehow framing the globes of my ass. I could feel it nestle against my anus. The panties tingled. The image made me tingle, front. Lick harder. Lick my shit hole with your tongue."Jenna had her face buried inside Fred's ass. Her tongue was wiggling deep inside his ass. Tasting him and licking him. She could feel his hot ass squeezing and milking her tongue. She pulled out and spat inside his asshole. She then stuck a finger up his ass and pulled it out. She licked it clean and spat into his ass again. Then she plunged her tongue in deeper."OH YEAH you motherfucking bitch. French kiss my asshole like the dirty cum burping. "He hung up, and I placed the phone back in the purse."Was that who I think it was?" asked Jim.She bit her lip as I filled her in on the conversation. When I wasfinished, she frowned and said, "My god, I can't believe what we'vegotten ourselves into. I'm betraying my own brother to some Mafiahood!" A tear leaked from her eye and ran down her cheek. I hated toadmit it, but I felt just as guilty as she did. They say that the roadto hell is paved with good intentions. If that was true, then we. He was going to be so surprised that we had gone to all this trouble for him.When he arrived, he complemented us on the wonderful smell of dinner cooking and seeing his cocktail mixings ready, he was ecstatic. He sat down, made himself one. After dinner he was about to prepare another for himself, when he turned and asked for two more glasses, and immediately began to mix three cocktails. He smiled giving both us girls one saying for all our hard work on his birthday, we deserved it. We eagerly.