She also wore a low cut cammy that showed off her 34 DD's. Over the cammy, she wore a black hooded shirt with a zipper and zipped it up as if she was ...howcasing her gorgeous rack (see her pics in our profile). About 7:30 last night I received a text from her stating that she was having fun flirting with a group of guys at a table nearby. She stated in the text that she thought one of the guys was really into her and she was pretty sure he was packing. She jokingly said that she was going to. I spent the rest of my hangover in a kind of daze, I didn't feel any regret and the thought of what I did being wrong just wasn't there at all. Later that morning Kendra's roommate came home, Kendra was in the bathroom."Hey Marcus, your head didn't explode I see, you were so drunk last night." She said."Yea, I hope I wasn't an ass or anything." I replied."No, you were funny. Do you even remember fucking your own sister though? You didn't even close the door." Uh, last night we didn't but. After about every dozen strokes, Kathy swallowed me again. She nearly bit me off when we heard a loud crash out in the little back yard. Lynn looked up and laughed, ‘Sounds like Patti threw another TV out the window,’ then resumed slurping Kathy. Patti was Cherokee Jim’s older sister. They were both US Army VietNam veterans, living on disability checks now. Jim had been a sniper and was sure that his killings meant he was damned and going straight to hell. Patti had been a nurse and was wounded. I heard a noise as of lapping, and, refocusing from my internal musings, saw the Contessa’s head roll back as she simultaneously raised herself on her tiptoes and thrust her beautiful soft mound harder into Rachels face. I knew from experience just how delicious the Contessa's freshly squeezed intimate juices were, and envied Rachel's first taste, though without resentment. "Oh my God!" the Contessa exclaimed loudly. "Franklin - you know how much I appreciate your oral skills - but Rachel is.