The rooms were small but stylish, renovated from a more remote time to look quaint. They had fans instead of air conditioning, and canopied beds. Sinc... this was the wine country, each room had a complimentary bottle of wine on the bedside table.She changed into a fluffy pink bathrobe she had brought, wearing nothing underneath, figuring perhaps she would read for a while, then take a bath. She had not really noticed that there was a locked door between her room and Tamara's until she heard. "I heard the bed squeak and Nat grumble. Then there was only a soft bumping sound which went on and on without stopping for at least a minute. My heart was in my throat with all the imagining I was doing. I could see the skin wrinkling up every time Linda moved her hand up toward the crown of Nat's cock--at least in my mind, I could. But everything inside me was saying that I had to leave them alone, had to stop hearing things not meant for my ears.I started back across in front of the barely. Here we are at the point of no return, I sat back down on my chair, spit on my handand started stroking my dick, in front of my sister, who is now laying on my bed, naked, wearing her fuzzy slippers yet!Staring like a hungry wolf at my hard on, my right hand stroking it slowly, up n down, watching the look on her face. Her hand is motionless on the bed and the other on her hip. A blissful look of happiness is on her face as I think about that night with 1 girlriding my dick, and 1 sitting on my. Leaning in gently, I kissed her on the forehead, moving down to her cheek. Slowly she opened her eyes, and after that split second where she wasn’t sure where she was, she smiled and turned and kissed me back. ”Morning, baby,’ I said. ‘I’ve brought breakfast.’ ‘Oh, thank you, sweetie,’ she said, raising herself up on her pillows. ‘It’s nice to hear Carla this morning, and not Carl. I think you should stay as Carla for the rest of the weekend. The practice will do you good.’ I beamed with pride,.