A similar comparison could be drawn between their mothers, through whom they had been introduced at the age of three. Margaret was a short-tempered, l...ud-mouthed 'soccer mom' type who was forever spear-heading controversial community initiatives and making memorable speeches to the Parent Council; Cecelia was a quiet, unassuming housewife who rarely had a bad word to say about anyone and avoided confrontation at all costs. Yet these two women, polar opposite in their demeanours, could be. As soon as the parents left he told her, "get naked and come here and fuck your brother. Suck my cock clear to my balls. You will be my slut slave till mom and dad get back." The brother fucked her in every room of the house. "You are a great slut little sister.'" he told her. "Now get on yor hands and knees and stick that hot ass up in the air for your brother." As she got on her knees, he spread her ass wide open. "I have a nice surprise for you. I am going to fuck your ass." He then spit on. That must have irritated Francine, because she flushed. Christine gave a low theatrical chuckle, which caused the flush to deepen and spread. In the process, Francine’s labia opened like a flower. Christine leaned forward and did two long laps with the tongue, then captured Francine’s clit between her tongue and upper teeth. That lasted just a moment before Christine applied her lips in full suction mode. Francine was again red, but this time it was not anger. A smile showed briefly on. We're stocked on food, and the chef is scheduled to be here tomorrow afternoon in time for our first meal with the wedding guests. We all have a uniform and two changes. Margaret and the wedding planners still have a lot to do, but..." But," he said continuing her sentence in a slightly different way, "if everything comes apart, the only ones who will know will be the two wedding planners and Margaret. She and Frank will still be married, and the wedding will be pretty no matter what." Jeff,.