She found some of her clothes that fit Monica well enough.Clarice took us to her bedroom, and the girls had their clothes off so fast it made my head ...pin.“Make love to my little sister daddy. Her pussy is starving, and she needs you to fill her up,” Clarice said.Monica came to me and kissed me. Her hands went to my crotch and cradled my balls and caressed my hardening cock through my pants.“Your clothes are in my way daddy,” Monica said as she unfastened my belt, unzipped the fly, unbuttoned. On the way home she pratically passed out, and when we got home he and I had to carry her in. So we laid her on the couch and grabbed a beer. The kitchen overlooks the family room so we could see her. So when she rolled over and her skirt flipped up we had a nice view of her ass. He looked at me and smiled and I knew what he was thinking, because the last time I saw him we were fucking my old girlfriend senseless...lol. So I said lets go...we carried her to the bedroom and I told him to give me. It wasn’t a top of the line model, but it had a beautiful rich sound. I strummed a couple of chords and gave Jackie a nod when I was ready.She switched off the jukebox and rapped a big wooden spoon on the bar. “Folks, listen up here! This good-lookin’ young man by the name of Bobby Foreman is gonna sing us a few numbers. Lord knows we don’t hardly ever get live entertainment around here, so be nice to him, and don’t be stingy with the tips.” Nodding to me, she said, “Let her rip, darlin’!”I. Sessie knew Val hit the jackpot. She knew that Val knew he’d hit the jackpot. Sometimes they’d fuck through three packs a day. He’d fuck her while she was smoking in the kitchen, on the patio, in the garage, anywhere really. Sometimes, just to really enjoy a movie at home, she’d light up and just sit on his throbbing root. Two hours and a dozen cigarettes later, with Val’s hard cock still inside her, there’d be puddles of Sessie’s pussy-juice under his thighs. She’d smoked herself into a.