. “Why? You coming?” as Trace winked at him and grabbed John’s semi hard cock he was trying to hide and pitched Sara’s bum. Sara replies “I�...�m staying there too! So no one will ask if we share a Taxi back together” and smiled and winked at Trace. As 2am approached and people were making their way home, John, Trace and Sara made their exit to the cab ranks and jumped in the first cab waiting. Once in the cab Trace sat in the middle of John and Sara, all three with their hands between each. After wash they apply optic brighteners like blue, this will clearly show semen stains in white clothes. I think mom didn’t recognize it. Sister’s panties are my favorite ones. The strong aroma of ammonia from her piss will be always there, along with the smell of her POORU OIL (cunt juice).Her panties were home made in those olden days. Usually called nickers or sheddy. These are like trousers, so the crease in the middle will be always inside the cunt slit. You can imagine the amount of pussy. It was a rasping of some kind, a rhythmic…something. She rose and opened her door quietly. Ian’s room was quiet, so she padded noiselessly down the hall toward the guest room, which seemed to be the source of the noise.Getting closer, it wasn’t so much a rasp as a slap or squish of some sorts. Charles’ door was open just a crack, and she was stunned at the sight within.Charles was only in his boxers, which were pushed down to his knees. His hand was lubed up and he was stroking himself in. He had fallen asleep on the couch. He was looking so sweet but when I was looking at him as my son, it didn’t take much time to realize that he had grown up. I didn’t know what it was that made me think like that, but after a minute, I was looking at him as a young guy, not just like my son. My eyes went down to his crotch and I started imagining things. For a couple of minutes I kept looking at him but when my desires took over my mind and I couldn’t distinguish between right and wrong, my.