I came back in a minute with a tee shirt of mine that I knew he would like, that fit him. He had pulled his pants back up and took the shirt and put i... on. David was quiet for few minutes and things seemed weird and I asked him if he minded me doing that for him. He answered quickly, no dude it was cool. I joked with him and said oh I thought the wash cloth was warm enough. We laughed as I turned the video game on and we worked as a team killing zombies.During the night I fell asleep and woke. In the past three months, he had lost a lot of weight and was looking fit. He asked whether he and my mom could join. I said, why not? So, he asked me to come to the drawing room with bottle and glass. My mom asked me to sit besides her, on a three seater sofa and requested my dad to sit on the other side. My mom also wanted to have a drink that day. My father procured two glasses, some water and ice and we started to drink. Very unusually, my mom was wearing a sheer night gown, low cut, which. “I can’t take any more of this,” groaned the woman. “It’s too much.”“Just a little longer?” pleaded the giant.“I can’t move a muscle,” sighed Elizabeth, starting to fall forward.Mortimer reached for her waist and she jerked back up.“Just ... a ... little ... longer,” he panted, using her again as he had in the very beginning, though with less force.“Mortimer!” she moaned.“Oh yeah!” he huffed. “Oh boy ... it’s gonna happen ... oh yeah ... OH YEEEEAAAAHHHHHHH!”Elizabeth felt the monstrous thing. Moving up a bit further, I wrapped my fist around my cock and pulled it up and let my ballsslide over the silky covering of her pussy, the damp spot growing larger. I moved the tip of my cock along the fold of her pussy, each time slightly harder, her lips inviting it in to her forbidden place, her hips lifting off the bed. I looked my sister in the eye and without saying a word we both knew, she hooked a finger into her panty and pulled it to the side, exposing her self to me. She was giving.