.. my wife is a 38F and her sister is a 36J, I asked if they wanted tea and had to leave in a hurry as I was getting a massive boner on and I didn't w...nt them to see it but what a fucking sight it will stick in my mind foreverthose 4 massive mounds of flesh just nice and perky because the fan was blowing cold air on them so nipples were hard and my wife hairy pussy looked all fluffy and lickable while her sisters slightly hairy looked just as tasty... ..If Only!!!!!!So I went downstairs to make. “Help me, dammit,” she grumbled, unable to work his belt buckle with one hand.Her words penetrated his soul and he finally let the dam burst. His joy flooded through them both as he laughed and put his arms around her, embracing her joyfully.“Oh, God! I love you so much!” he laughed as he swung her around the room, unable to contain his happiness.“Good!” Béla grunted, the word squeezed out of her lungs. She wondered what he was so happy about. She hated pants. She hated belts and buckles.. It meant being picked up late from school by my parents, but I still felt the need to do it.However, I couldn't avoid seeing her the next Monday, when we had our student council meeting. Classes went by extra slowly that day, to the point where all of my teachers made some kind of comment on it, with the exception of Mrs. Jackson. Mr. Carrozza's was one of concern, Mr. Graves seemed impatient or angry that I wasn't paying attention and asked me to explain myself after class, and Mr. Salvador. You’ll see.”Donna followed me back outside her brother's room. She looked in the small open space by the door.Mike’s father was still fucking our son. Mike was enjoying it. Donna gasped softly. The boys were too wrapped in their fun to even notice us.“Oh my god,” Donna echoed her brother's words. I wasn't sure if the look on her face was lust or shock. It probably was both.I turned to Donna and whispered, “It looks like your little brother is all grown up now!”She replied, “Wow, did he ever.