They’d been discussing Ol’ Batty’s end-of-day trolling “walk-through”, and the sudden aside from their friend surprised them. “Go where?�... Jessica arched a brow and drew the fallen purse strap back up onto her shoulder, eyes wide. Her suspicions were confirmed when the taller woman simply stated, “The luau. We have to go.” They continued walking at Grace’s wave. “It’ll be good for all of us. We all really need a serious Girls’ Night Out. It’s been years for most of us. And I don’t think we’ve. Two minutes later she was back with their drinks, as she entered he told her to sit down, she did. He tasted the drink it was a real drink, he tasted hers, it was a very heavy poured drink. Still he wasn’t sure “Mom go put on the white shorts you bitched about last week that had shrunk too small for you to wear.” She stood up and within five minutes was back in his room. To Terrie’s surprise she was back in the shorts, they were so tight you could plainly see the outline of her pussy lips.. It was a couple of hours before sunset when they reached the Butte. Ed stood up in his stirrups and looked around for a good camping spot. A little way around the Butte was a small hill. Pointing to it, he said, “We’ll camp there tonight. Our fire should be visible for quite a distance and the couple will know where to meet us in the morning.”Looking at where Ed had pointed, she replied, “Good idea.”They rode over to the spot that Ed had pointed out. Reaching it, they noticed signs of an. Now I watched it disappear again, this time into my sister's mouth as her head bobbed up and down over him. My god, she was giving him a blow job.Then the full import hit me ... my seventeen-year old sister was having sex with a fourteen-year old boy, a boy in my eighth-grade class. She was a junior in high school, a senior next fall.I was barefoot on the ladder so now my feet were hurting but the scene below in my sister's room was so exciting I couldn't stop looking. I did take the mirror.