I bet you’ve been wanking yourself silly at the thought,” and addressing her husband, “Petey, he’s as good with his tongue as with his cock. I...think I’m going to cum very soon.”The sensation of her breasts caressing my tummy as she writhed in the first throes of orgasm was delicious — so much more arousing than the small titted models that I had occasionally fucked. She pushed backwards against my mouth so that my tongue slid along the slit between her engorged inner labia until it reached the. She was dressed as a whore, showing her littletits, corset, stockings and mincing in seven inch heels, barely ableto walk the hall.Pink wore, unexpectedly blue leather. Short skirt, short tank top.The pink she wore was from a fluorescent marker. Pink lines snaked upher wrists and arms and legs and face. Mandy had told him that theyglowed in the dark.Chattering, they all clambered into another elevator. A new one, Joanthought. This is different from even the other ones! How big is thisplace?It. She looked up when I walked in, then looked back down, hiding her face. My father however, grabbed her by the hair, causing her back to arch, forcing her to look at me, as well as exposing the whole front of her body to me, to the point where I could see his cock entering her.My mother gazed at me as my father started pounding her even harder. Her flush increased to the point that her whole chest was red; whether it was from excitement or embarrassment I didn't know. She started moaning when I. "Hey little sis! I was more home sick than you this time" he winked at me, then came over to give me a bear hug. "How was your drive up here?" He asked. "Ugh you know, boring as usual. Where are mom and dad?" " Out shopping, you know mom" I swear my mom could go to the store 3 times a day and still forget something. "Yea somethings never change!" I said. We both laughed. "So, where's the boyfriend sis?" I winced at the question. John, my boyfriend of about a year and I, had broken up last.