Scot had never done anything with another guys girl, or considered it because of his gentlemanly personality. He had a solid dislike for my ex wife, a...d part of what got him to agree to doing it was a grudge he had with her. It was under the guise of showing him why I had stayed married to her, and since she was working as an escort anyway. I started groping her to prove to both of us that she was passed out, then Scott joined in playing with her big boobs. Her body responded to having our KY'd. It was Rachel who had told me about my parents and helped me through the entire mourning process. She had also convinced me to sell my parents’ house and buy a smaller place near the university and next to her home.Rachel and my mother were obvious sisters. They looked almost identical except they chose different hairstyles. Rachel kept hers in a long wedge hairstyle similar to Raquel Welch. It truly framed her bright face. Both sisters were 5’8” and 125 pounds, muscular yet with curves enough. I’d feel comfortable saying they could be half an inch long if they were stimulated.But, bad marriage or not, she was still married, and off limits.My dick felt like it was choking to death in the confines of my shorts, especially when Carrie came out in the last combo. I didn’t care what kind of moral judgment Sarah passed, I had to have her. Tossing her over my shoulders, I carried Carrie up top and threw her on a lounger.It was down and dirty relief sex, the tension had been building all. Breasts comically stretching the strategically placed flamboyant band logo on her ‘one size fits all’ t-shirt, hips that would have made the ladies in a Rubens painting swoon from jealousy, naturally curly Bordeaux-dyed hair that framed a face to make angels cry and a playful fire in her eyes that just begged to be fed. Can you blame this fool for falling victim to his hormones?Naturally, when I invited her over for dinner one night when my roomies were away a few months later and not long.