Themunchies are not for us, but we do have our cigars, which seem kind oflonesome, just sitting in the ashtrays. Some of them have already goneout. So...I sip on my whisky and try to relax, leaning back in my easychair, but I find it's not easy at all. The relaxing is a challenge, sinceas I've said, anytime anyone can come in. Thus, we have to keep up ourappearances, meaning dress appropriately, which makes leaning back a bitof a challenge, too.Anyhow, Mike is taking his sweet time, so I take. Lets just do it! I”ll even start!”And before I knew it my sister had three fingers swirling around her clit as her head rolled back. I couldn’t take my eyes off of what was happening and I soon felt my own hand on my rock hard cock.“Yeah, that’s good,” she whispered, now looking at my cock, “Stroke it for me…”I held down the base of my shaft with my left hand and started jerking up and down with my right. My sisters eyes were glued to my cock as mine were glued to her pussy and there we sat in. His mouth finds her nipple and he sucks and bites until she is moaning with pleasure. Moving his mouth from one nipple to the other and back again. He knows she can cum from just this if he keeps going, but that is not his intention. His mouth still on a nipple, he reaches down and pulls up her skirt. One hand on her tit, the other sliding into her panties, fingers move down until,"Oh, fuck! Baby, you are so wet." "You make me that way, love."Bringing his soaked fingers up to her mouth, she. Do I give him a chance to explain? Or do I just cut all ties and save myself more pain? My mom gave me little in the way of an answer, but it was my decision so I didn't blame her. She stuck around and we talked about so many things we hadn't talked about for a long time. It was nice. If anything good came out of this it was that my mom and I seemed closer. I guess I had pushed her away. I viewed her only as Mom. Never did I think of her as a friend but today she was a friend.We talked all.