Margaret eyed the two girls seated on the sofa before her. The younger one, Jennifer was in her mid twenties and wearing her Agnes McKenzie uniform. T...e second girl, Tina, was in her early thirties and just a touch over weight. She was wearing her gym kit of white vest and shorts.‘Jennifer, stand up. What is that pinned to your blouse?’Jennifer glanced down at the bit of leopard skin material fastened to her blouse with a safety pin. ‘Please Miss KcKenzie, it’s my thong.’‘Your what?’ queried. But you're also very linear in your assessments. You think it's all about the sound when that's really not the truth anymore. I'm telling you as straightforward as I can, it doesn't matter what these Brainwash freaks sound like. It doesn't matter how good their music is when considered on its own merits. You have to have a certain look, a certain style to sell albums and they simply don't have it. Everything about them is wrong. Multiple lead singers of mixed sexes? That shit went out with. We were both scared that our parents would hear and ask what the fuck was happening.I reached up with both hands and grabbed her meaty tits. She wriggled hard as I pinched her nipples and I swear that her pussy contracted at the same time. When I pushed three fingers inside her pussy my sister whispered “Oh bro finger fuck my tight cunt, do it hard, I didn't have a fuck in weeks.”“Then let me fuck it sis, please!”“No! Turn around and fuck my mouth while you finger fuck my cunt, maybe I will let. It was something nice; something warm; something sexual. Judy could feel a sexual tingle running through her. “Was this the previous couple’s bedroom?” She asked. Al looked a little taken aback with her question. “N....no.” He told her. “It was the one down the other end of the hall.” He said pointing down the hallway. Judy looked up at him. He was hiding something. He could not hold her gaze. She knew that he was lying. “Why do you ask?” He asked her. She shrugged her shoulders. “It’s.