She reached out and took Debbie’s hand, pulling her closer. As Wanda looked on, the two busty models kissed, gently at first then with more passion,...their tongues sliding around each other’s. ‘God damn, that’s hot,’ Wanda said quietly, watching them making out. Jardin broke the kiss. ‘I think Wanda is feeling, how you say, left out?’ Debbie looked over at the American. ‘What do you say, Wanda? Want to get your hands on these?’ she asked, reaching up and cupping Jardin’s huge tits. ‘Hell yeah,’. ” Her timing is perfect – as she finishes her statement I see my bare-skinned sister step into the doorway of my bedroom.Even after the cavalcade of suspense, fear, excitement and exhilaration that has both instigated and accompanied our sex-play activities, I am not ready for this.The chills and shivers that enveloped me during that first show-and-tell morning wrack my insides again as Sandy leans her naked self against the door frame. Amid the cacophony raging inside me I feel my arousal. Our master-maid relationship went beyond that, more to a comfortable friendship of trust and yes, love. I knew I loved her. She seemed to be the mother I never had; the perfect friend; the soul confessor for all my sins; my confidante. I had grown to love and respect her. And I knew she felt the same.But it was near the end of summer when I realized that my thoughts and feelings had transcended mere friendship. I grew to love her, romantically. I desired her. My attentions were not long lost on. I asked him to get me an account number out of my desk. That young man treaded water like his mother does. She trained him well. Anyway after listening to him continue to lie to me, I sat and waited for him to come home.When Teddy opened the door to my office and found me sitting there he just about shit his pants.He said, “You’re home early, Dad.”I smiled and said, “And you’ve been fucking that thirteen-year-old upstairs.”Teddy said, “No I haven’t, I swear. I’ve just been fucking her two.