The sounds of raucous sex, were coming from the other side of the ‘inside’ pantry entrance.Carol peaked through the slats of the door, and saw our...sister, Nancy on her back on the kitchen table. John was between her legs using his mouth to bring her to an orgasm.“John – hurry up and finish eating me. Oohh. Carol and Randall could be here any minute,” Nancy said with urgency in her voice.“I’m munching just as quickly as I can, honey. You’re the one who wanted a quickie before breakfast.”“Shut up. My eyes drift along the exterior of the home, and again I frown. Some shingles are missing, and the brown paint is faded and peeling in places. Once more I feel like the house is uncomfortable, ashamed of it’s appearance. Walking up the ramp to the front porch, I glance at the bags of trash, and decide I ought to get the truck and haul it down. Past that, there are boxes of stuff, and some things just sitting on the porch, awaiting their fate. I know that sounds dramatic, but that’s exactly. His eyes flew open when he felt the heat of her mouth surround him. He was trying to focus on the road, but she was doing her very best to distract him with her tongue and mouth. Her tongue swirled quick patterns, squeezing and releasing, teasing and tantalizing. She used the tip to focus and press hard, sliding with firm pressure up his entire shaft, from base to tip, causing him to shudder involuntarily when she passed over the sensitive area just below his crown. She flattened her tongue out. He can feel his balls stirring, tightening. He licks the index finger of his right hand and reaches behind her, and presses it against the entrance to her anus. She squirms and thrusts a little harder and he keeps it there, pushing it into her just an inch. She bucks harder against him, riding him vigorously now with increasing abandon. He reaches to the bedside table and grabs a little bottle of something, unscrews it and holds it under her nose. She grabs it, happy to do anything he wants,.