I could see her nerves under the boobs area. She was so damn whitish and her brown nipples were like a cherry on the cake.I gave her a nipple massage ...nd this time, my sister’s friend held my thigh and bedsheet tightly. I moved down but she said, “Massage my boobs more.”I agreed and continued there. I pressed, massaged, and caressed her boobs and moved down to her navel and pubic area. She had waxed a week before so there were very less hairs.I removed the towel and started spilling oil. I. "If you could, Emily and I would prefer you leave ourgowns here in case our baggage does not arrive in time to prepare forbreakfast. I'm sure you'll find the same is true for our cousins. We,unfortunately had a small mishap on the trip to Philadelphia." Yes," Emily continued, "Our belongings were misplaced and arrived inNew York by mistake. If not for the telegraph, our layover there wouldhave been far longer." We are, however, indebted to Mrs. Lincoln for her forethought andcharity of our bed. I knew if I came first something would happen so I tried to distract myself and focus on her soft wet pussy. This became harder as I soon felt a well lubed finger again sliding inside my ass. This time it was his and much bigger than hers. Refusing to fail, I sucked and flicked my tongue over her clit. Her body began to tremble and I felt her legs squeeze my head slightly. She began to moan and pant, her body twisting and grinding on me, her nails running over my chest as she threw her head. As she smoothed her hair she glanced at her reflection in the mirror, grateful most of the freshman fifteen had gone to her breasts and hips. Uneasiness over her brother’s upcoming wedding dampened the anticipation of a visit home. She’d met his bride to be several times and was convinced Mary Ashley was a gold digger, more in love with their family’s money than Scott. She hated to admit it, but perhaps they weren’t so different. Her father persuaded her to go off to college and find a man who.