I put my clock radio on the nightstand and plugged it in. I was just finishing when Margie knocked on the open door."Dinner is ready," she told me wit... a smile."I'll be right down," I assured her. I had redressed in the slacks and short sleeve shirt after showering, and put on the the jacket before following her downstairs. Both sisters were dressed formally for dinner even though it was still eaten in the dinette."Do you have anything planned for Saint Patrick's Day?" I asked during dinner."We. K. i told her & armed with a torch went out & found it at the bootom of the garden covered in mud,i picked it up & carried it up to the house with it wriggling all over me & covering me with mud.when i got back to the house the two women were horrified to see the state of me & got me some towels,Glenda told me to take off my clothes & she would wash & dry them for me & told Susan to take me & show me the bathroom so i could have a shower.while i was in the shower Glenda knocked on the door &. Sara turned to me, told me to stand back in the corner of the dimly lit room and to just go with what ever she said, and maybe two fantasies can come true this evening.So i stood there, barely breathing, as sara stood by the edge of the bed, removing her top, then her jeans, her stunning body encased in a soft blue matching bra and thong set.She looked to me as she unhooked her bra, my mouth dropping, as her perfecly large, heavy breasts were set free, then seductively sliding her thong over. The boy fucks Sarah -- oh, how he fucks her! -- with long, even, pistonlike plunges of his big, hard, youthful prick, each thrust of the shaft stretching and filling her cunt until the bulbous crown taps her womb and stirs the hot, lavalike liquids there; then it vacates, then fills her up again, each in and out an ecstatic journey, each penetration a prod activating her every muscle, awakening her every nerve-ending. The pit of her stomach clenches and contracts with an exquisite cramp that.