Meyers had been so fixated on watching his colleague undress in front of him that he forgot to strip as well.“Oh, right, I was, uh, thinking about s...mething else.” Mr. Meyers began to take his shirt off just as Ms. Conrad was down to her bra and panties. His uneasiness was apparent, even though he tried to be cool. He yanked off his shirt as if he were in a men’s locker room following a victory on the field.Ms. Conrad slipped off her bra, revealing her ample breasts. At forty-two years old,. Bert looked at her for a moment, then squared his shoulders and came back to her. "You know, I'm agreeing with you more and more, Molly. It's like Mom never thought this stuff through." I know she didn't. We're waking her up, but I don't know if it's enough. I really appreciate your help, Bro. I don't want to leave, but ... If you're willing to do this for me, I've got some ideas."About then, Eleanor woke up. She was obviously too shaken for any more conversation, so they helped her to her own. It was Sunday, but the days of the week didn’t seem to matter anymore, and now, that hard cock in his briefs needed to go down before he could even think straight.Suddenly, Violet was right beside her brother, setting a cup of coffee in front of him on the table. Josh opened his eyes and found himself staring into the sweetest smile he’d ever seen. He couldn’t help returning his sister’s beautiful smile and letting his eyes take a circuit around her generous curves. Her big thighs looked so. "Yes," she sighed, "and you surely are the biggest man I've ever known. 'Sbones, I thought you were going to spilt me open." Her hand sought out my limp prod."I've got to get back to my post. My relief comes soon," I told her. "Tomorrow?" We're leaving," she said, stoking more vigorously, "He's done here." Pity," I said, kissing her deeply and spreading her thighs with my knee."No, wait," she said, releasing my now jumping lance, rolling over and raising her rump. "Try this way."I held her.