”“Forgive my sister,” I chuckled. “She’s a bit crazy!”“Have you done that before?” Magda asked.“I’ve never seen my sister have sex...with a guy, no,” I said.Carefully worded, of course, since I HAD watched her have sex with Jennifer and that had been one of the hottest things I’d ever witnessed, even if I included watching Bethany and Kathy.“I saw Steve!” she giggled. “It was, well, interesting.”I knew how to defuse this.“Yes, because my bratty little sister peeked through some windows and. Why had she put herself at risk for me? Her father certainly would have executed me without a second thought. ‘C’mon, I’m takin’ you home.’ Triela immediately went toward the door. ‘Take Lorenzo with you.’ ‘I don’t need him, Fathah. If anything happens, I’ll just give this guy a briefcase.’ That garnered a small chuckle from Lorenzo but the Boss was anything but amused. ‘Triela.’ It was all he spoke but it spoke volumes. She turned back with a smile, ‘I’ll be fine Fathah. Trust me.’ The Boss. When I pulled away, I was surprised to find my hand had found her waist during the short duration of our caress and awkwardly pulled it away. My mind flooded with the awareness of how firm her waist was and a strange excitement about how sharply it flared out to her hips.I cast my eyes down for a final look at Mom's panties and the lovely triangle they formed with her thighs, patted her bare knee, and said, "You'd better let me practice now if I'm not to play the fool tonight, then."I played. Without disturbing them, he quietly went back in to Jean and whispered, "They're back, and are in the other bed fucking."Jean giggled, "Well then, get back in here and get busy, mister." Later, as the sun comes up, Jean unwrapped Gregg from around her and went in to start coffee. She looked over to see Susan watching her, and she grinned and whispered, "I hope you had as much fun as I did."Susan giggled, "Well, Peter may not be as big, but he is like the pink rabbit that just keeps on going....