"Jan gradually turned her head back to look him in the eyes. He fingered her crudely and smiled, saying, "You're going to have fun this week whether y...u like it or not. You may as well like it and get with the program."Jan wanted to deny his claim, but her drooling and inflamed pussy would have made her out to be a liar. No one had ever treated her like a slut. Only in fantasy did she experience the thrill. The reality was even better, and her passive acceptance made his leering smile. It’s not the same sex I smelled earlier. No, this was fresh sex and it coming from in side the car. I look behind me to see what my sister is doing. I find that she’s rubbing her thighs together with one her hands in between them and the other squeezing her breast. I can smell her juices and it’s driving me insane. You’d think this lead to somewhere but it won’t. No, all this means is that we’re staying at the motel that coming up. And now that we’re closer to it I can say for sure that there. First, some background - my wife's sister, Angie, is married to an Italian whom we will call Larry. There has always been a bit of innuendo and banter between the four of us but nothing ever happened. We did once all swim together, all in underwear which gave me a hard-on because my wife was walking around the pool and I knew Larry was checking her out. He would have gotten a good look at her panties, front and back, from where he was in the pool. One day we were visiting Angie (Larry was at. She was panicking inside herself.?I can smell it on you. Next time you sneak outside for a smoke take mewith you.? Dianne smiled conspiratorially.Around ten PM it was obvious to Peter and Mila that the others wereanxious for them to leave. The host and hostess told them that theywould finish off the evening with an SOJ ritual in which outsiders couldnot participate. They were both more than happy to go and relieved thatthey didn?t have to make an excuse to leave the party early.When they.