I remember being occupied with some things in my room.Suddenly, I was aware of a quiet in the house, a quiet that was strange. Ileft my room, came dow... the steps to the kitchen and sensed that my fatherwasn't anywhere to be found. I came to the pantry and noticed the door tothe family room closed. That seemed unusual and I gave it no thought andopened it. There, before me, sat my 62-year-old father naked, sitting in achair facing the door, legs outstretched, muscles taut in his. She squealed as Mopsy's tongue went to work. That was too much for me, and I screamed out while unleashing my jism into Mopsy's pussy. Then Flopsy pushed me aside and dove in after my cream pie, with Stan right behind her as he resumed fucking her from behind.With that view in front of me, it took no time at all for my cock to recover. Likewise for Phil it seemed, since he pulled Cotton-tail off of Mopsy, gently pushed her onto all fours, and pushed his dick into her ass. I waited until Mopsy. I started to stroke her tits through her blouse. She did resist to this, but not as strongly as when I tried to put her hand on my cock. As we kissed I kept playing with her tits through her blouse and soon I was toying with the buttons, waiting for her reaction. I was pleased when she offered hardly any resistance so, buoyed up by that, I began to undo them. Soon I had her blouse open and was playing with her nipples through her bra. I knew I was winning as she started to moan softly and. And she didn't even know the sister's phone number.She slept fitfully. Then, just as she was leaving for work, the phone rang. On the wild hope that it might be Jonelle, she dashed for it and broke a fingernail on the receiver."Oh shit," she swore, trying to control her voice as she picked it up."Laura?"It was Tracy's voice."Yes. Tracy. Oh god... it's you." Are you okay?" Yes. I just broke a fingernail."Tracy sounded funny, distant. "Could I... you know, see you? Some time today?" After work, I.