I watched Hank out of the corner of my eye as he kept looking back at Tammie between plays, and at times he maybe talking to me but, his eyes were on ...y wife. My wife is not a drinker and by her 3rd beer she give up on crossing her legs and, her hair was no longer in front of her but behind her ears and down her back. Hank never said a word about what Tammie was wearing but by the look of his pants he was very much enjoying the view. Tammie was feeling no pain by the time we had supper after. ”She nodded. “I know, Davik, but it does not mean that I have to like it. The years of dealing with Voguel have caused a lasting distrust in everyone.”“If you believe it is bad now, what do you expect will happen if our abilities are revealed? How do you think your Dran will react?”She sighed and nodded, remembering her Dran’s orders to kill all those suspected to be Voguel. It did not matter if they were cured of the disease, as his paranoia would not allow them to live.“You are right, Davik.. Do not tumble dry. It is highly recommended that foundation apparel be worn underneath this garment.'"MMMmmm; bet these would be nice to wank off into," I said to myself.I scraped at some of the crusty stain in the crotch of the leggings and bought the sticky coagulate to my nose; my sense of smell was immediately assaulted by the pungent aroma of cunt.'Someone is not wearing foundation apparel under their lycra/nylon leggings, ' I smiled to myself and threw them back into the laundry basket. He stuck his tongue to her asshole and she had her first climax. Sweet juices began to leak from his sister as he worshiped her pussy. As he continued to work on her clit, he slid a finger into her and slowly massaged the inside of her slit. She was moaning and beginning to shake like convulsions as another orgasm took over her body. She now had him by the hair and was pulling his face to her crotch, making it hard for him to breath. That didn’t take bill away from his mission as he continued.