I get in and go upstairs to my girlfriends room and the first thing I notice are a pair of panties sitting on the floor outside her sisters room... I ...cknowledge them but Ignore it and get ready to have a shower. as I was walking to the shower though I couldn't resist picking them up.They were her sisters panties. They were used. Why were they laying on the floor? I'm not sure but I got a sudden filthy urge to put them to my face and sniff them (Never done that before). I felt so filthy and. " rolling my swollen clit between his fingers as he squeezed it, pulling it, twisted it, he kept that orgasm going, my first of the night, my thighs despite the beating they had taken, flexing, thrusting me forward in that squatting position like the hungry bitch I was, and then after what seemed like minutes I collapsed, spent, dangling by my wrists once again. He was chuckling behind me, then showing me the jar, three-quarters full of dirty grey fluid once more, a mixture of his cum, warming. Her sighs drew his mouth back to hers. He knew a sigh like that need recognition. He puckered up as full as he could. She puckered her lips too. Their lips melted into each other like a mountain of hot wet steaming flesh. She wrapped her arms around his head, and pulled him as close as she could. She liked the feel of his face against her breasts. She felt more sensitive all over, and the pressure of his cheeks and mouth against her chest made her want to endear herself to him. She imagined it. "Woody." I said. "I'm shooting a movie this afternoon, would you like to be in it?" I'm not an actor I'm a farmer!" He replied."Well," I answered, "I'm not a director I'm a schoolboy, but we play the hand we are dealt. Am I right?"That logic seemed to have worked and he agreed to shower, change into his Sunday best and come over that afternoon. I told him he must not tell anyone as it was a secret. He said "OK." as if it was an everyday request. If only he knew what he was in for!At 12:15 pm.