She took her other hand and plunged three fingers deep her wet cunt making slurping sounds as she whimpered with pleasure. My sister moved at a steady...pace, rubbing her clit and pumping her fingers in and out of her slick cunt. I was fighting myself now, holding myself back, feeling as if I would lose my mind, listening to the wet sounds her fingers made, her moaning and groaning, and watching my hot sister bring her self to the brink of an amazing climax. I felt like a caged animal, and every. A delicious shiver runs through me as the next picture is a first glimpse of her shaven sex as she showers. I stop staring, taking time for several deliberate strokes as I admire her intimately as if for the first time. Again. The next delicious image shows her laying back on the coverlet as if preparing for me, but wait instead I see a feather highlighting rather than obscuring her shaven entrance. My heart beats faster and I can’t resist any longer, my cock twitching in my hand that I so want. The gag was replaced by a growing cock, and my legs were pulled apart. The hand that had teased me to an orgasm a few moments before now stroked the full length of my crack, then came back and started rubbing my now-exposed ass. It worked itself down to my tight rosebud, then teased my tight asshole. Meanwhile, the head of a huge cock was poised at the opening to my wet cunt. The finger in my ass slid out, and dipped itself into the juices flowing from my hot pussy, then went right back to work. All three gathered in Stan’s kitchen, listlessly going through the motions of making breakfast. Finally, Stan said ‘Hey, we ought to go to Iorio’s for breakfast. Getting out of the house would do us good, anyway.’ ‘I never thought I’d hear you advocating fresh air, Stan!’ grumbled Anne, though she had a slight smile on her face. ‘He’s probably right, though,’ Denise thought out loud. ‘I know. Well, even a stopped clock’s right twice a day!’ Anne answered, and the two ladies sniggered at Stan.