Our mothers were sisters also. But the decision was made, and was old news this summer. Amy and I were often mistaken for sisters: blond hair, blue ey...s, and tall and gangly at age 11. All knees and elbows, many would say. Every summer since her family moved away, one of us had stayed with the other for a month. It was always more fun at our home, since Amy still had many friends here. We went to Orlando to pick Amy up at the airport, and I got a warm feeling as soon as I saw her. She was. . omg it felt so good.I told Mark between moans and my own panting that I needed him to tech the Mount command and he had Shaggy Stop and stay.... he just stopped but didn't move away .. panting all over my ass and balls. I was so fucking horny to get fucked that I almost begged him to mount me. Mark then ordered Shaggy to mount me and helped lift him onto me and that was all it took for him to mount me and start stabbing at my hole. After a moment, he found his prize and slid right into my. I know the drill, they want my name, address, phone number, make and model, and mileage. OK, everything about the car is accurate, but I know better than give some greasy-fingered dude my real addy and phone number. Now another guy, gee, he's kinda cute, comes over and sticks a weird-looking hose into the window. "Ma'am, for your convenience, here's a little cool air. Just close your window on the hose and enjoy."Gee, that's a good idea. It does feel good, blowing nice cool, clean-smelling air. “Sounds like fun.” She beamed. “But only one drink. I need to come back and get some more work done.”“Okay,” she said, sounding more excited than the situation called for, “I’ll see you there.”By the time that I got to the bar, everyone looked to be on at least their second drink. I was looking for a place to sit when Kelly waved me over. She was at a table for two. There was an empty beer glass in front of her, and she was about to finish number two. “I was afraid that you weren’t going to.