Treat her well, she truly deserves it.”“I promise,” he said, slapping me on my back.On the way home, Ally, Jennifer, and I found a place to eat....I sat between mother and daughter. They both looked tired.“I am glad I get a break before LES MISÉRABLES,” Jennifer said. “These monthly events will be taking their toll on my voice.”“I thought you sounded great tonight,” I said to her.“Honey,” Ally said, “You were great. The dance portion of what you did was quite a step up from what you did that. We stopped somewhere very pretty; the sun was baking. We placed our bikes up against a fence and went for a walk. No one seemed to be around, so we were quite tactile as we walked; a brief arm around a waist, a caress of a jean-clad buttock. There’s something about the heat, being outside and close to a female that’s a fantastic turn-on.I longed to feel my sister's breasts, taste her tongue and hopefully insert a finger into her vagina. All that alongside, hopefully, her wanking me off. We. It was thick, burning napalm of sex and lust and it lit fires burning into me! I watched: her creamy thighs become wet and glistened with a liquid fire and it flowed down the crags and crevices or her most personal region to flow like a river into the valley of her ass. I felt myself biting my own bottom lip. My cock was nearly as wet as her flesh from my own preliminary fluids and flows. Had there even been a slight breeze in the room at that moment I think I would have erupted in a geyser of. "Help, Kelly! You've got to help me!"Kelly looked at her, then at her mother. "What's she talking about, Mom?"Bud looked at Marcy closely, then raised his eyebrows. "Nice boobs, Mrs. Darcy," he commented approvingly.Marcy looked up at Kelly, her eyes pleading. "I got some of your pesticide on me. Now my boobs are growing! I'm going to turn into a bimbo!" she cried.Kelly looked at Marcy, baffled, then at Peg, then back at Marcy. "Gee," she began, "I don't know what to do. It's supposed to.