Mary picked it up. The delicate lace was completely sodden with a rather thick liquid. The redhead raised it to her nose and sniffed. The aromatic liq...id had a musky, not altogether unpleasant scent. It put Mary in mind of mushrooms and damp leaves on a forest floor."Whatever could this be?" she mused as she inhaled again. Taking the handkerchief to the window, she examined it in the early morning sunlight. Touching the moisture made her fingertip shine with a clear but oily sheen. The maid's. She sat in her shorts and T-Shirt on the lounger and surveyed her bruised limbs and the scene of damage. Without knowing anything about ordinance and explosives, she concluded that the pool had taken a direct hit. That had probably saved them, for another ten feet nearer the house would have been a completely different outcome. In the late afternoon, they decided to venture out of the house and walked cautiously down the road towards Boquette.Traffic was minimal, but some private cars and a few. I mentally prepared myself to run. Ingrid, who I had been fucking and who I thought was Sigrid, was still lying there spread-legged on the bed showing her wet, slowly dripping pussy to her sister. She looked very pleased with herself. "Well, big sister," Sigrid started saying, "you’re lucky. I'm not selfish and I have learned to share." With the end of the sentence she started to unbutton her blouse. One minute later Sigrid was naked on the bed between my thighs and sucking my limp dick. Ingrid. I slipped form daddy's finger and reached in to his crotch and felt his hard cock, 'Your turn now', I said, as my nimble fingers undid his flies and the button holding his pants up.Daddy looked at me, my face all flushed and youthful, small beads of sweat forming on my upper lip, 'Do you want me to swallow', I saw his Adam's Apple bounce as he swallowed hard himself, his eyes were wide and his hard cock pulsating in my hand, he nodded without saying anything, and my mouth opened wide, my throat.