Honestly, I wouldn’t want to take one bigger than, say, eight inches anyway…they hurt and they stretch your fuckin’ pussy out. Where’s the sha...poo, damn it?”“I…wouldn’t know about that I guess. Oh! Shampoo’s down on the right.” The few sentences that had just come out of my sister’s filthy mouth buzzed at my brain like the liquor I was still working through. I’ve never heard Angie say anything like that before! Is my sister a slut? Has she...Angie moved too far forward in her search of the. Every part of her showed through. Her nipples were fully erect and she looked so hot. Debs went and showered and put all her outfit away. We then went to bed waiting for the party the following day.The Saturday seemed to drag so slowly, my cock was so hard and Debs was frustrated. She wasn't happy that she couldn't even have a rub. Finally it was time for her to get ready. I texted Andy to check everything was still OK and he said all was good. I gave Debs a glass of wine while she was getting. Oh, she was fine, just a couple of broken bones. But she'd be out of commission for a while, and we had a really hot-looking replacement. I mean, I was sure that this new instructor was an excellent teacher.And she'd asked about my love life. I told her that the dance was fun, and that her daughter had never looked more beautiful. I didn't tell about the conversation I'd had with some girl named Carrie, the president of the sorority, while Terry was in a back room. She'd basically told me that. Rather than respond immediately, with the obvious ‘yes’ I looked as my little sister as a woman, not a girl, taking in her features. She was tall for her age, about 5’10” and thin. She had an incredibly toned and trimmed body from the years and years of gymnastics that she was so found of. Rich chocolate brown hair that cascaded midway down her back. Small breasts, no larger than an A cup, but they sat perfectly on her petite frame that any larger would have looked absurd. “I think you are.