Justine flushed, but managed tomaintain her composure while my wife's hands continued their exploration.I was fuming. Susan had been paying far too mu...h attention to Justine; Iwas ready to teach her a lesson."Okay," said Carol, "girls hold hands."Justine hesitated but I was bolder. I took her hand and placed it in mineand rested it at my side where it disappeared into my skirts and pettis.The camera all the while snapped and now Carol and Susan were givingposing orders in a staccato fashion.. "Wow, you brought the class ride for me," Lydia said with a laugh after she noticed that I had parked the ragged old truck in the Bluebird House's drive. Since Lydia seemed up for it, we got into the pickup and off we went.We were in the truck and driving toward Tryon, when I answered, "Nothing but the best for my clients," I said. "I did empty the trash out of the passenger side floor." I was serious about that. I used the passenger side foot well as my rolling waste paper basket. Anything. I squeezed hard and wondered if she could feel my semi hard cock on her waistline. "Thanks." She said as we went back outside to the fire. "Here comes the party!" John said with his open hand eager for a new drink. He was already beginning to slur his words and seem quite drunk. They must have started long before I got there, that must be why my sister was so emotional.We all sat down at the fire and exchanged stories about life and how things were going. We were all drunk now after a couple. I lifted up her skirt and yanked down her panties, exposing the big fat globes of her ass.She sliced a pat of butter into the pan and it started to melt. Then she opened a package of bacon and peeled off two slices. I pulled apart her ass cheeks and shoved my dick between them. I was hoping to get a lucky shot and hit her pussy on the first try. I was lucky."Oooh wee!" she said.Her pussy squeezed around my dick and moistened up. I leaned back to give her ass a little lap to sit on. She bounced.