Having my Omlette and bread she had fresh juice fed the baby and was lying on the bed with me watching TV, she had already started her foreplay, sucki...g and pinching my nipples, going down chewing and sucking my dick head only got me aroused positioning herself facing the mirror.She straddled me inserting my dick in her pussy started moving herself up and down watching herself in the mirror as if trying to improve her performance, as I held her small soft buttocks spreading her ass cheeks from. .. well, if ... um ... never mind" No, what is it, Jason? If they would just what?"Jason paused for a long moment. "Cassie, what started all this is that Heather is still attracted to Melinda. And she can ... influence Melinda. She tries not to, but..."Cassie's eyes widened. "Oh my ... n-no, I didn't know that. But ... but that does make some other dreams I've had make a little more sense. I thought I was reading them wrong. Goodness!" So Heather is dealing with a desire for her sister, and. I was certainly not about to pass up an opportunity to take advantage. Carefully, I rolled the rest of the way over so that I was facing her back. I then took my arm, draped it over her sleeping form, and gently tugged her body closer to mine before drifting back to sleep.“Hey ... hey sleepyhead...” an angelic voice drifted into my consciousness.I opened my eyes. Lisa was standing over me with a cup of coffee ... and still dressed in only a nightshirt and a pair of boxer briefs.“Mmm...” I. Sarah flushed. ‘I started it.’ ‘Oh I bet you did. How long ago?’ Sarah looked down at the horrible sage carpet. ‘Three weeks.’ ‘And how many time since then have you…’ ‘This is…would have been, the fourth time.’ ‘You little slut!’ Sarah started to cry but Trish didn’t care. ‘You’ve been knocking off your best friend’s middle aged, pot bellied, hairy barely hygienic father. What would Jenna say?’ ‘She’d hate me. She will hate me’ cried Sarah the tears streaming down her face. ‘No, Sarah,’.