We found our way back in and she was still lying back against pillows, her legs spread, her mouth slightly parted as her fingers franticly rubbed her ...lit. It seemed like I had been gone for hours, but knew it had only been a couple of minutes and she didn't miss me at all.I told her that I was back now, slightly startling her out of her dream."But I want you to keep playing with your self for a while. I want to watch." I said and she continued."Did you like dancing with Hunter tonight?" I. As I did, her groans became a continuous non stop cry again, as my cock attempted to split her in two, and very quickly she was clinging to the sofa cushions unable to say anything more than "OOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHH FFFUUUCCCCKKKKK!" "Yes! yes! yes!" I began mumbling as I felt my balls begin to tighten more "Yes! yes! yes!"I was now gripping onto her like she was my last can of beer and no one was going to take it from me, as my cock pounded away at her in blur of back and forth motions, and I knew. We got along like best friends 80-90% of the time.Our mother was a part-time stripper, quite gorgeous, and Brittany certainly got her share of mom's looks. As I entered puberty, all I heard from other boys at school was how "Fine" my sister & mom were. Mom looked like a combination of Jacklyn Smith and Kay Parker, same hair style, dark brown-almost black, and a beautiful face & smile. Brittany looked kinda like Valerie Bertinelli, with fairly long dark brown hair, usually about halfway down her. He was sat down on a plush sofa and Dolores sat closely to him. Though air-conditioned the room was slightly warm and her sweet scent permeated his lungs. She removed her top to reveal a tight white blouse, which in turn revealed an ample cleavage; she leant across him to take a glass from the table and seemed to linger to allow him a good view. He couldn't help but notice that an unclaimed glass sat dead opposite her. The women were all dressed razor sharply, the youngest about 35 the oldest.