She had my towel in her hand. “Vicky!” I shouted, “What are you doing!”“Do you mean right now?” She said coy with a small smile and starin... at my cock. My sister was short only about 5’1” and very petite. She long black hair was almost waist length from never being cut. Her legs were very firm and she would always walked around in her uniform. Her thighs were very shapely from all the jumping and exercise she did. The uniform was red and white. The top was a tight sweater, that showed off her. Her skirt flew up, giving her father a rather indecent show."Heather? Are you wearing underwear?" Harold asked.Heather stopped and hung her head. She moved over to stand right next to her father. He pulled up her skirt and saw she was completely naked underneath."I'm sorry, Daddy. I was doing the laundry and just added my panties at the last moment since I was doing delicates," Heather admitted."Young lady, you know that's not appropriate," Harold scolded."I know," she said softly."You don't. .. which was very weird... my only explanation was that Kareem expected them always in them... although even that seemed unlikely as he wasn't seeing any of them today. If that theory was right then Susan was also a nigger slut... shit, did I just use the 'n' word? Then just as I thought things couldn't get weirder... I went to grab a plate and give my wife a kiss... I needed to remind myself I wasn't gay... she was now wearing nylons. She hadn't been when we got here. She was in the same. My lips touched her pussy lips my hands moving up to take possession of her tits, her perky little tits topped with two stiff pink nipples that felt like needles trying to puncture my flesh. She let out a deep moan and grabbed on to my hair, pulling me into her pussy. I found that she was already soaking wet when I parted her pussy lips with my tongue and she tasted so sweet. I pressed forward and drove my tongue into her love hole and she answered by rocking her pelvis up into my face and I.