When she finally got out of bed I sat waiting for the ax to fall. But all she said was “good morning” as she walked to the coffee pot and ...ot a cup of coffee. As the minutes passed I began to understand I was safe. But also the possibilities began to run though my head. I thought if when mom takes a pill she doesn’t remember anything, what if I give Jean one? Could I fuck her?Like I said my little sister was a fox and I knew if I could get her to take one of the pills. I paid the hotel account and shortly we were ready to go. Now that I knew where we were going the drive took little time. Three quarters of an hours after leaving the hotel I drew up in the gateway to the Dower House. I was wearing jeans and stout shoes and following my advice Tina was also wearing jeans and trainers. I led the way through gorse and brambles until we arrived outside the house. There had been a gravelled area here so the undergrowth was slightly sparser. "The door is open." Tina. It didn’t matter because my memory would have been shaken up as I watched these two lingerie-clad beauties, a blonde and a brunette, making out like there was no tomorrow. Two hot lesbian acts going on in front of my very eyes. I looked around and was stunned yet again when I noticed that Missy was seated in a large, plush chair. Clad in slinky, skimpy black lingerie, she was eagerly watching all of the proceedings. While doing so, Missy was running a large, flesh-colored dildo in and out of. She opened the flat’s door and I was standing behind her.As soon as we entered I grabbed her boobs from behind and started squeezing her boobs. Rupa was moaning like a bitch and I was in no mood to leave her. I grabbed the pallu of her saree and unwrapped it in within seconds. All I could hear were Rupa moaning and saying. “Come on baby. Fuck your teacher!” These words were turning me on even more!Rupa was in her blouse and petticoat. Her body was turning warm because of the excitement and she.