Here I was, a fifteen-year old with my older sister’s hands around my neck and I was dry humping her in the house’s foyer. Small tiny humps, but h...mps nonetheless.I got carried away a little, and soon my hands were starting to slide under her pants’ elastic onto the top of her big round ass unhindered and uncontested.I didn’t want to push things too far too fast, or maybe I chickened out a little, but I restricted my hands to just under her waistband.Meanwhile, she was just standing there. I told her that I wanted her to walk with me with Ted behind and that is what we did. I got a nice look down her top and saw a small perky set of tits. I asked her if she had panties on today and she said yes-black ones. It seemed like a longer walk than usual but we were there in no time.I offered them a drink and they sat on the couch waiting for what was next. I sat opposite in my favorite chair and told them to start kissing each other and for Ted to play with his wife’s tits showing me. "Now we'll get you allfixed," she said with a knowing smile as she wiped away the high archedeye-brows she had penciled in earlier. With sure hands and a discerningeye she also wiped away the heavy rouge that flushed the fullness of thecheeks of his face and then she uncovered his natural eyebrows.She handed Frankie a fresh tissue sharply folded at the crease. "Goahead, honey, blot off your lips... press hard... that's it," she said."Now let me see." Frankie turned his head and she appraised. . . . ‘It was an accident. I wasn’t watching where I was walking.’ ‘And pigs fly!’ Ginger laughs aloud and does not care if he overhears. ‘Isn’t he just dreamy? I wish he would come over and introduce himself. But then again men are not like that anymore. It is a sad state of affairs they no longer have the guts to approach two attractive women,’ Sarah says while still trying to figure out what she was having for lunch. ‘We should go out on Friday. We always do lunch and have not been out on.