The imprint of my sister’s slit and her protruding nipples were clearly visible. “You are hardly wearing anything at all,” I told he... trying to sound mildly disapproving. “You have already seen me naked,” my sister said, “You are my brother anyway, so it doesn't really matter.” “I'm glad there is no beach around here for us to take you to,” I said. “I would have to fight off the men with an assault rifle.” My sister laughed teasingly. “I would not walk off. Also a red-head like, she was 37 years old and 6'1" with a J. Lo booty. But he new for a fact, from his numerous journeys through her underwear drawers, that her bra size was a 33 DD. The bra he held before him was larger than that, much larger in fact. Ray was in awe at the size of the black satin cups. He found it hard for him to swallow once he checked the tag, a 38HH!! Ray gasped. "That must stand for "H"oly, "H"ell," he joked to himself. Knowing full well that he had never seen a woman. Greg was not wasting any more time fingering my drooling twat. He hooked his fingers into my thong and pulled it down over my trembling ass. I was bent over the pool table with my bare defenceless cunt in full view. Luckily there were only the four of us, and the barmaid to see the public spectacle I was making of myself.I heard the zipper on Greg’s pants open and immediately felt his hard dick pressing against my now sopping opening.“Omygod he is going to fuck me right here on the pool table!”. However, the timing for this hard-on was not as inappropriate as it seemed.As Saira’s fears passed, she began to feel my hard cock pressing against her. Her cheeks turned red, but she didn’t make any effort to pull away. And we stood there, locked in our embrace, our eyes met.Beyond her embarrassment at feeling my hard-on, I sensed in Saira a need to be held. I did so without a word until she finally relaxed her grip and allowed her feet to touch the ground. She quickly returned to her work and.