She answered the door in her tiny bikini barely covering all the best bits on the female body.Their I am standing at the door staring at my hot 17 yea... old sister, she has long brown hair down to her breasts, about a B cup size breasts and a tight and firm body.My cock gives a slight jerk as I look her up and down. I can tell that she shaves as her bikini bottoms hug her pussy so tight revealing a bit of a camel toe. I can see her nipples stiffen up a little as I admire her nearly naked. I was getting into my underwear when the front door bell rang. Mike who was panting with fright next to me hesitated but it rang again and he cautiously opened the door. I heard him speaking and there was a woman’s voice. A moment later he came in, “Angie, this is Mrs. Scott and this is Mrs. Martin, they would like to talk to us about what’s been going on here.” They stood in the doorway, taking in the scene, Mike in shirt and jeans and me in only bra & pants. Mrs. Scott, the lady from across. Kaleigh winked at me and said, “Come on, Crip. Let’s get you some therapy for your tired old bones.”“And just what type of therapy do you have in mind, M’lady?” I quizzed her as we moved into the cold night air, and hurried into her garage. I just loved watching her run, even if it was a short sprint to the inner door. Her blonde tresses danced in the low light from the garage door opener and her ass bounced with each easy stride she made.As she reached the door, she turned back to me and said,. " She said in a cute voice, "I've got my daughter at sleep away camp because of him, it's nice having the house to myself, but your mind starts to wander and wonder about the what-if's. I don't like the what-if's. You know what I mean?" I can relate, you want to be safe and secure." Exactly..." she walks back into the room with a larger portion of her left breast showing, larger than before, maybe even two inches of skin showing, "You're young, you can defend yourself, I need help. Are you.