Looking down into her eyes, I sensed something else, something mischievous. There was a twinkle, a glimmer of delight. ‘Would she?’ I asked myself... Barely thirty seconds after I uttered those words, she spun around, unbuckled her belt, unbuttoned her jeans, lowered her zipper, and as she was bending over, she lowered them and wiggled her ass. Holy flirking bat smoke – she was commando and I was staring at the finest ass I had seen in a long time. I just had to; there was no sense in not. I. "I was planning on meeting a few of the guys from my high school and we were going to have a wiener roast and then maybe hit up a couple of the taverns."A sudden contrite look came to Bob's face. "I'm really sorry, I didn't know. Look, I'm sure I can find something to eat here. Why don't you go on and join your friends?"Susan shook her head. "They've gone by now. It wasn't anything definite. I just said if I got back in time, I'd go with them." She stopped and seemed to consider something for a. I watched helplessly as he reached down and picked up my short pants and started to take steps backwards. I gasped '...wait those are mine...' He laughed as he turned and said '...I'll leave them at the fountain...' He passed a guy walking down the paths and called out '...there's a tight ass sissy in the bush there waiting for some dick...' Shocked I watched as the guy looked into the bush and saw me standing there naked from the waist down with congealed semen dripping from my anus, I thought. I could barely resist an sudden impulse to grasp my sister's head with both hands and grind her face into my inflamed pussy. My last lover in Paris, a hair stylist named Simone, loved that sort of rough sexual play. Somehow, though, I managed to hold still while Carly kissed there, lingeringly. Then I felt her tongue delve inside me and I jerked violently, mewling like a helpless kitten as I felt myself skirting the edge of another orgasm. Carly's tongue dipped in and out of my slit in an.