You had discovered masterbation in the last year, but still were experienced with it. You were afraid if you played with it too much you would cum all...over the bed. That was something you didn't want to explain to Brandi or her parents.Quietly you slipped out of bed, deciding that you needed to take care of this before you had an embarrassing situation. You entered Brandi's bathroom and eased the door closed. You dropped your shorts and underwear to the floor and turned the light on.As you. He reached out with both hands and began mould her breasts again. They felt so comforting in his palms.He slid his hands down across her ribs until he reached her thighs that had remained unmoved. He widened her thighs even more and settled between them to take a closer look. Using a finger he parted the lips to reveal her slit which was still closed. Her clit also remained hidden behind the hood. He planted a kiss directly on her lips and felt her stir slightly, but otherwise remained unmoved.. She had stood beside me for the last twenty years. She meant a lot more to me than a convenient piece of ass. She was family and that was both a blessing and a problem. In a perfect world her curvy body would be an asset. Since this the real world, her boobs and fancy haircut were a temptation. Even her slightly wide hips, real woman tummy, and chubby thighs were a temptation.When I arrived at the Community Action Second Chance Thrift Store and Consignment shop, I took a look around. The walk. I was wetter than I think I had ever felt myself before and as I started to rub my clit I came almost instantly. My husband just looked at us and just said "Oh crap..." watching us, his wife and my sister masturbating in front of him. I looked at him. "Come to me, I want you." He took the couple of steps towards me and with my free hand I undid his trousers, pulled down his boxers and stared at his cock which was by now completely erect. I dropped to my knees and started to suck it, my free.