I stood there naked and he looked at me, mmmm nice dick and balls and shaven and he took my balls in his hands, went behind me and felt he looked at m... ass, mmmm also clean shaven ass, like it. Lay down on your back on the carpet, which I did, he gave me some Rush, sniff if, I love Rush and sniffed some. He came between my legs and lift them up and spread them. He looked longtime at my ass, before with his hand going over my crack, then he took my floppy dick softly in his hand and looked also. My wife went upstairs to take a shower and as soon as the coast was clear Abi turned and snuggled into me. She said that I could touch her sexy legs now if I wanted. Maybe touch her some other places too. Did I want to? Fuck yeah, I muttered. Thought you might, she pouted, gloating. You might have noticed I have no bra on under this dress, she teased. Err yes, I replied. I was grinning like an idiot. It was pathetic Father. I was a poodle. Abi’s little pet. She was laughing at me, no doubt. My husband started to undress. Now was when he normally reclaimed my pussy, but I saw the lust in his eyes wasn't for me."You've just watched your sister get fucked. Are you ready to be fucked?" It wasn't really a question. Not that she would have said no. I know watching someone get fucked by five guys for over an hour had to have some effect on her. She just saw their as he peeled his clothes off.She started to say no. She wanted to. She was a "good" girl, engaged to a "good" guy, but then. I thought a question at Eliza, and felt her shake her head warningly against my back. "Be careful, he's like the Blue Van- he's not seeing what we really look like."The Sheriff approached with his hand on his predictable .357 revolver. Small town cops tended to go for the super reliability of a revolver over the extra eight shots of a 9mm. Can't jam a revolver- actualy, there was a way, if you were quick enough, you could keep the hammer from hitting the firing pin, somehow, and it wouldn't go.