“The water’s turned off at the house.”“What happened? Forget to pay the bill?” Sam joked.“The water company said its a busted main and the... don’t know how long it’s going to take to fix,” Vicky explained as she put the basket down on Sam’s couch. “Can I use your washer?”“Feel free,” Sam replied pointing to the utility closet that housed his washer and dryer.“Oh and one more thing.” Vicky added. “I really need to take a shower.”“Upstairs. Can’t miss it.”“Thanks.”“No problem.”Vicky worked fast to. "You're a delicious pair," Aunt Abigail said softly while looking into Gwen's eyes. "We've all been looking forward to watching you make it with each other. It will be a rare treat."I hope you don't mind that we've invited a few guests over this evening to watch you together. It's rare that we get to see a brother and sister mating. That's not as common in the city as it is in the country, you know."Gwen's knees weakened at the suggestion of strangers watching Thad mount her. The thought pushed. We both made it to the limo at the same time. Ipressed her young body against the side and kissed her breasts while my hands undid the buttons on her shorts. She continued to moan from my touch, my cock pressing into her flat belly. Her denim shorts slid down her young hips. I dropped to my knees, pressing my nose against her panty-covered crotch. The smell of her sex was absolutely intoxicating. I hooked my thumbs in her waistband and peeled her white lacy panties down. Her pussy was too good. Willow Hitchens. Possibly Colonel Hitchens. Can you tell me how to reach her?"Justice sat askew, leaning on her elbow on the desk, eyes unfocused and slowly closing. She snapped up quickly, "Cooolonel Hitchens. Your daughter, huh." Slouching a moment, she reached into her desk and pulled out a pill schedule container, tamping several into her hand, then swallowing them with a shaky tip of her mug. "Cooolonel Hitchens. I cannot tell you where sheee ish, Majooor." I know, I understand that. Can I.