He said, "You may remove my cock from your mouth now and then you can go out to my car and get the bag in the back seat.I said, "Yes Sir" and got up. ... was wearing jeans and white heels and I had to hold my blouse together in the front because he had ripped it open and all the buttons had popped off. My neighbors didn't know some of the wild shit we were into so I tried to cover up as I went out to the car.I returned to the living room with the bag he wanted and then he told me to take off what. The Europeans are also doing quite a lot of intervention to keep prices at a sensible level – you must have heard about the EEC wine lake and the beef mountain?" Oh yes, I've seen the stories about the wine lake - my Dad was quite worried that they were going to distill the wine and turn it into subsidised brandy, undercutting the Whiskey market." I heard that too, but apparently most of it is hardly drinkable in the first place, so they're looking at making industrial alcohols like. Either way after a number of try`s at getting the key in the lock we staggered into our hall and I put on the kettle in our kitchen while they wobbled into the living room. I soon joined them to find him sat in his vest, his shirt she had collected and put in the tumble dryer, having mistaken it for our washer, at least that was her story and it would have been more plausible if she had not done the same with his trousers, cos when I said in his vest, that`s exactly what I meant ...just his. If there was one thing that seemed less likely than my sister sucking my dick, it was me sucking hers. And goddamn, was I glad it was happening. And apparently she was too, because in the lightest, breathiest whisper, she said, “Alex, that feels so good…” Which she didn’t really have to say, because her cock said it all as I felt it harden in my mouth. And to my surprise, my sister was one hell of a grower. She didn’t have the biggest cock, but I was thoroughly surprised as I felt it inching.