Next day was Christmas her husband was at home and that day we did went to drive scooty I was totally out of control as she has readily accepted and w... were just waiting for the time so that no one can see us.I still remember the day it was December 27 a Saturday I just reached from office @ 5, before entering to my home I heard a voice it was her she was calling me in low voice from her window. I went near her and she said my husband has been to office and I don’t think anyone at your house. I was watching people have sex for real, I'm with my friend and my parents were in the next room. It felt exciting and wrong at the same time and also I was scared one of my parents was going to walk in the room. "Fuck it" I thought, and once again I hit the play button. We watched again for another few seconds, during which, I felt my cock begin to grow. My nerves got the better of me and again I hit the stop button. "Fucking hell" I said, grinning at Jake as I attempted to disguise my. "She started to laugh, and then realized I was serious. She kissed me softly."It's ok. Really. I'll behave. Go to sleep, sweetie." She edged away from me to arrange the covers. I felt a soft little hand gently slide up my cock and balls one more time, felt a soft little kiss on my neck, and heard a quiet, nervous little giggle in my ear as we all settled down to go to sleep. It took me a long time to get to sleep that night.The next morning I woke up with two pretty, identical looking young. “Are you gonna be my toilet, bitch, or do you want to volunteer this big-tittied slut?” I asked, indicating Deborah. “Me,” she sighed, recalling her sister’s bravery. With difficulty, she got on her knees and opened her mouth. At once she was blinded by a torrent of hot piss. “Bastard,” she grunted, yipping with pain and struggling to clear her eyes. The next torrent went right down her throat. The bitch sputtered and choked so that piss bubbled down her chin and trickled over her tits. Deborah.