Due to a gas leak at his job, he had come back 4 1/2 hours early when nobody was usually home. He pulled the mail out of the mailbox and walked into t...e house. As he was sifting through the letters, he heard some noise coming from upstairs. As he crept up the flight, he realized he was hearing moaning.His sixteen-year-old sister. Isabelle's door was open just a bit. He looked in and there was Isabelle on the floor. Naked. Fucking herself with a blue dildo.Quickly stepping out of the doorway, he. ‘Er, yeah,’ Alex said, clenching and unclenching his jaw nervously. ‘You do. And by the way… I’m really sorry about last night.’ Holly didn’t say anything at first, leaving Alex to wonder if she’d either entirely forgotten about it or was about to bust his balls. Fortunately, neither was the case. ‘That’s alright,’ she said, moving around him to fix her own cup of coffee. ‘Neither of us was in a very good mood, I guess.’ Alex sighed, relieved that she’d decided to move past it. ‘Yeah,’ he. The only picture in the room was a very large landscape format framed photograph of Bec smiling at the camera, resting on her elbows totally naked.Very similar to the one you took of me we have in our bedroom.When I made my entrance Bec smiled at me and told me I was a pornographers delight. Fancy that!As we sized each other up ’fully dressed for a change’ we were both looking closely at each other’s choice of clothing.Bec was wearing a white two-piece knee length outfit, with slits at both. Her eyes dart to mine and her mouth opens. I love watching her breasts move up and down with every thrust, knowing my husband is inside her. “God, you weren’t kidding, Leslie. He feels so good,” she says as she grips my husband muscular arms, indenting his skin with her nails. “You like my husband’s cock don’t you, my sweet?” “Yes,” she pants. Her cries of pleasure are driving me wild, every thrust sends her closer. I straddle her face, facing my husband. Immediately her tongue plunges.