We're on the sofa watching Jackie Gleason and the Honeymooners and someone is knocking on the door. "Who is it?" "It's Carol, why won't the door open?... "It might be because I changed the locks." "Are you dumping me?" she asked in a loud angry voice. "Yes I am, so you can go back to your sister's place. I don't want you for a wife or anything else." Helen hollered to her, "Grab your box of things and get out of here." "Who in hell is that?" Carol hollered. She was madder than a wet hornet. "It's. "Soothe ten percent."Lita hadn't been soothed for years. The concern at this was immediatelynegated by the wave of calm that followed.They walked out of the back stairs and down to the driveway where a carwas waiting. It wasn't Lita's white limousine but was a less conspicuousroad car. There was a large man, who had the body of a professional rugbyplayer, lifting several cases into the boot of the car. The woman heldthe rear door open and Lita felt powerless to stop herself from steppinginside. Her eyes go from one man to another.“MMM, this feels so good.” She purrs. “I love to masturbate and make myself cum” she tells them, feeling that speaking during it makes her feel more exposed. “Do you like watching? You can let your cocks get hard.” She says as she makes eye contact with them all. Her legs are spread as wide as she can spread them and still pleasure herself. “Oh god, this vibrator feels so good in my ass. It’s better than my butt plug.” She tells them. “Oh yes, watch. They greeted me with smiles but nothing else."What are you doing?" I asked innocently."Oh. Nothing. I was just about to cook some dinner and Marie was just leaving."I turned to my side of the room and saw that my sister's panties still was on top of the commode where she had tossed them. I sat on my bed and looked at my sister. Would it show that she was without any panties? To my disappointment I couldn't see anything out of the ordinary. Maybe a little blush on her cheeks."Bye," Marie said as.