I shake my head in reply, you pulling down my shorts finally, but you leave my lace covering and I know you aren’t going to allow my release just ye.... Biting down on your bottom lip, feeling your cold fingers trace the waistband of my thong as you move your mouth down from my lips, nibbling my collarbone, kissing the tops of each breast, following my breastbone, kissing the receptive pale underside of each breast, flicking your tongue into my belly button, leaving long drawn out kisses on each. Mark didn't seem to mind and the sound of Susans wetness filled the showroom. Just when I thought it couldn't get any better, I felt a hand on my backside, at first I thought it was Aaron pushing my cock in to Mark but then there was a damp feeling, I can feel him lubricating up my anus. I can feel his cock pressing against me, pushing against me, pushing his hard rod in to me and pushing mine deeper into Mark. We are there in unison, a sandwich of ecstasy and sounds. As Aaron is pushing. Gripping the elastic of her waistline, he slowly pulled off her shorts, taking his time to fully enjoy the sight of what lay beneath them. Jenny’s black lacy thong with the growing wet spot was hotter than he could have hoped for. In a show of uncharacteristic self restraint, he didn’t yank them off right away, but he kissed her mound through the flimsy fabric. As he did so, he could feel Jenny’s knees buckle slightly, and he kissed her there again, opening his mouth wider, and flicking his. 
Jackson slips the top her dress down slightly and a tit comes free, it’s perfect and perky, and the idea of NOT squeezing it makes me physically ill. I stop Jackson though, the last of my brotherly instincts put to use. My hand is on his wrist and he freezes for a moment. Then, he reaches behind him and takes out his wallet. His voice is doped up from all the wine and weed but he says without looking away from her. 

“I’ll give you everything in this wallet now to fuck your sister.