Not a bother.”“Is the weather really bad?”“No such thing as bad weather, just the wrong clothes.” She looked at me sarcastically. “But it ...s getting very wet and windy, if you can’t tell.” My rain coat was drenched. She took it, and hung it in a corner to dry. She offered me some hot coffee and I parked myself on her sofa. We would talk for hours, about home, college, friends, and of course, love-lives.We were talking about one of her colleagues, when, at about half past ten, the lights. ..........It has been a long day and I need to pull over to make a call and concentrate.......I pull into a layby and see a sports car parked in front of me...............I dial the number on my hands free and admire the car in front...............wondering how fast it can go in expert hands......I notice a couple in there and some steam on the edges of the windows...............She is sucking you expertly and you cock is so hard............you have your hands in her tights and fingering her. Large enough to modestly cover her, his eyes had bounced back and forth from her legs to where she hadn’t quite fastened all the top buttons. Not fastening them was a good thing. When she had looked in the mirror he had moved behind her with the stealthy grace and speed that always took her breath away. His hands had encircled her waist and he had lowered his head to kiss and gently nibble the side of her neck. She had leaned back against him, enjoying the feel of his lips and the touch of his. Thus, I was awakened to her climbing on my 33 and starting a furious ride. Once I realized it was her, I started slapping at her 34DDs which she seemed to enjoy equally.She turned away from me so I could still be her palomino, and I slapped at her ass with just as much fervor.We obviously were making too much noise, so Mom/Susan/Sarah walked in, stripped naked and masturbated for a while before climbing on my face. With her expertise I was enjoying her tasty pussy while my sister was beginning.