. I got to... write this down... before I forget again," I managed to explain before hanging up the phone, literally dripping with sweat as I struggle... to keep the word "Tim" in my head.I became so disorientated that I couldn't find anything to write on in my room, but when I stumbled into the bathroom by mistake and saw the steam still clinging onto the mirror, I knew it was my only hope.A minute later, the phone rang again, and this time it was Suzi. I instantly forgot the whole thing ever. I dropped my cock and bent to retrieve them. It’s not like I had never done it before. Many a night I masturbated as I pressed my sister's panties to my nose. Tonight would be no different.“You fucking pervert,” Sis hissed.She had opened the door to toss her cummy blouse into the hamper. My head snapped up from her undies in alarm at the intrusion. My cock was still hard in my other hand. “Why are you smelling my panties?”Embarrassed, unable to answer, I stood with her panties in one hand and. Paul moaned softly. A click from Marie’s lighter shifted Paul’s attention and he watched Marie light her own cigarette as she stroked her black cock. Paul’s senses were nearly overloaded. His eyes alternated between watching Marie smoke, the vibrator going in and out of what Paul now felt was his pussy, and Marie stroking her cock. His ears listened to Marie moan as she stroked her cock. His nose was full of the potent combination of flowers, cigarette smoke, and, more recently, Marie’s musky. ’ Oh god, I melted in his arms and kissed him back with interest. His hands were down my back holding my buttocks pressed to him then to my shoulders stroking through my blouse. I began to unbutton his shirt and he my blouse but we both became impatient with the buttons and ripped the clothes off. I undid his trousers and he unclipped my skirt and we both climbed out of them. We were left in underclothes, me in bra, thong, and stockings, him his silk boxers. He held me tight again, pulling me.