The soft intro to, “Everything’s Alright” drifted through the window and it was the only thing we could hear amongst the soft clatter of beer bo...tles and cries of laughter downstairs. I got up and reversed our position so that she was laying on the bed and me in front of her. I pushed her on to the bed further, kissed her lips slowly and quickly got up and walked to the foot of the bed. I turned around and let the flannel I was wearing hug my shoulders slightly as my hips began to sway.I was. " You're home?!" she squealed. Claire was a good squealer. She squealed in bed a lot too, or used to."Yeah, I kind of got hurt and they kicked me out. You wouldn't know anybody who has a job they need to fill do you?" I tried to act like my being home was no big deal. I mean everybody had moved on, right?"2201 Maple" said my sister tersely. "Be there in ten minutes. You are in big trouble Mister!" She might have moved on, but she was still the Sheriff, or thought she was.So I borrowed Mom's car. "Ohh, yes, everything I hoped for. Oh, Russell, I just love your hard cock," she gasped as she began bouncing up and down on me almost out of control. Her boobs were bouncing all over the place, almost a blur. "Oh, oh, oh, yes, so hard, mmm." "Leave some for me, Mandy, I want him next," said Ms. Lynch. Me, I was in heaven. "How's this?" she panted, rocking up and down faster and faster, "Like this, Russell? You've wanted this, haven't you. My big tits and me fucking you." "I think every boy in. I had more clothes in my wardrobe that I never wore than most women ever own. I owned clothing for every occasion. I was sure that if I needed it, I could find clothing appropriate for the first landing of aliens on earth in one of my walk-in closets.For this occasion I located a straight blue skirt ending below my knees and a matching blue blazer which gave no hint of any curves. Under it I wore a pointlessly ruffled white blouse. It looked out of place beneath the stern blazer.I considered.