There is one condition though and you may not want to agree to this.”“Whatever it is. It must be absolutely satisfying to Lynn and Capri, they hav... not stopped smiling since they arrived. Tell me your condition, Hawley. Honestly, I hope it’s something so daring, so devilishly erotic, that I cannot refuse.”“Your pussy will never have another hair, and my name will be permanently tattooed on your pussy lips.”“OH HELL YES – DO IT NOW!”“Jennifer, this is forever. Never to be reversed - are you. He was a widower in his mid-fifties who was in the conversation of many women at the church. An engaging conversationalist he was wealthy and generous as far as the church was concerned. She had never been a flirt but what had originally irritated her began feeling more and more like a compliment. Figuring out that he was just joking she still considered that the joke might be a preamble to where she thought he might be going. Playing her role, she laughed, lowered her eyes, and apologized,. "Hi Sis," he said. "I've been talking to Mr. Johnson, next door. He tells me that he sees you at your bedroom window quite often and you always wave to him." Well," I responded. "I flashed my tits at him the other day, if that's what he's referring to."David let out a loud laugh. "I see," he said. "You show him your tits, but I can't smell your panties. That's means you are either being over generous to Mr. Johnson or you're penalizing me for being your brother."I must admit, I did see the. "What ya doing?" she finally asked."I'm fucking Ann," I said. Romy said something like omigod and tried to get up, and then Ann did something I didn't expect her to do. She grabbed her hand and said, "Stay."She sat up and took her shirt off, and her skirt too. "Look at his dick, it's beautiful," she said and got on her back, spreading open. I took my shorts off, too, and laid on top of her, and started fucking her for real now. Romy watched, I didn't check, but I was sure. And it must have.