Something more fun. Maybe even some new undergarments. These cotton ones seem so itchy today. I think I'll buy myself a garter belt and stockings. I k...ow I used to think those were so whorish ... but I also know Maggie wouldn't hesitate to wear them. Can't let her outdo me.Anyways, I'll need something flashier for Friday's festivities. Don't want to be outdone by my big sister. No more second seats for me. Pam is number one and Maggie comes in second. Umm, that sounds good. Pam is number one.. I could tell she was exhausted as she put down her purse and walked toward me, running fingers through honey-blonde hair slightly mussed by the wind. My breath caught in my chest as I noticed something new.The store expected employees to dress well, so Mom was in a nice button-down blouse with a vest and a skirt. The outfit drew attention to her curvy figure, which I'd begun to notice shortly after resuming the kissing ritual. I knew that her breasts were a large C-cup, because I'd peeked at. Just as Parker thought she was going to shove herself off the precipice, she arched her body and pulled her hands away from her pussy, running them back over her body. She cupped and squeezed her breasts hard. Syrup coated fingers smeared her flesh. Parker squeezed his straining cock and felt a shooting pang of hunger for the shimmering sap sticking to her breasts. He felt the same shroud of abject desire envelope them both. She became the only thing of beauty or grace within it. Nothing. It felt like I was riding a roller coaster which was in actual jeopardy of flying off the tracks. These people needed to do some weight lifting before they tried this again.We were served butternut squash soup before we started visiting the tables. Jeff got a thoughtful look when he took his first taste."Honey, ginger, nutmeg, this has got to be Sam's."It was so good I groaned.The first table we visited was Jeff's family. I looked at Sam. He smiled. I maintained my focus on him. He.