.. ?" She nodded at the tented sheet."Am I ... what? Jerking off? Yup. Damn, Aunt Barb, you're fine!"She dimpled, looked down. A finger absently curle... her hair. She rubbed her thighs together."You think so?"Normally, Terry was the more quiet one. He let Duke be the mouthpiece. Compliment the girls. Start all the conversations. Terry would hang back, be the backup. He could flirt a little, but usually stayed reserved.Not today. He'd gotten laid. Enthusiastically, energetically his sister fucked. The porch was big enough to hold the entire Senate with room left for the press. Hideous baby-puke green shingles decorated the roof, and the gables had what appeared to be slits for aiming a rifle at any approaching enemies. The house looked like it had been built with defense in mind."This place reeks of evil," Pete whispered, "I feel it like thousands of spiders crawling all over me."I shivered. "I know what you mean, but we don't have much choice. We need to catch or destroy the problem,. I was good friends with all of the guys and there was no way that I would have made a pass at any of their women. But I couldn't explain the lipstick on my underwear or the bra and panties on the floor. I couldn't remember a damned thing.I picked up the bra and looked at it. The little tag sewn into the sidepiece in the back told me that the size was 38DD and that pretty much told me whose bra it was. Mary Ellen McPhearson was the only one at the party with a rack like that, but that made no. I could see her face lit up by the light shining in my window as she knelt before me the modesty she had before had vanished. She took me deep into her wet mouth, I threw my head back closing my eyes and breathed "OHHHHH, GOD THAT FEELS GOOD". She slowly withdrew while letting her tongue glide along the bottom of my swollen shaft. I looked down just as she pulled away, letting a long string of saliva stretch between the tip of her tongue and my cock as she looked up at me. Looking down at her I.