It was the morning after Danny’s 18th birthday party and I woke up quite early, I assumed he would be asleep most of the day nursing a hangover, (as...I was only 16 I wasn't allowed to drink, strict parents!) However, I heard some strange noises coming from his room. As I got closer to his bedroom door I could just about make out the sound of a girl moaning, so I thought he must of been watching porn, but as I put my head ever so slightly around the door, I could see my brother pounding some. Maybe it would skip a generation?She’d welcome that if it were true. It was bad enough she seemed to be regressing through her own man-hungry phase. Especially for someone so much younger than her. It wasn’t enough she’d spent time thinking about Monsieur Bonfils; Cassie even convinced herself she should drive by school one day to pick Lisa up. Of course, it had nothing to do with getting another look at her daughter’s French teacher. Nice try. By the time she got there, school had been out at. One, twice and then she slid inside. So help me, I moaned into the wet pussy of my frantically humping witch. I felt her thighs trembling and licked harder, immersing myself in her totally to offset the feeling of intrusion as a massive presence filled my rear. It hurt, but I didn’t want it to end. At first the thrusts were slow and somewhat painful but as they continued it got easier and then somewhere along the way it turned to pleasure. It may have been when Terri wrapped her little hands. I did it!Allen stared at where I once stood visibly. He slowly flushed, washed and dried his hands, and returned to bed. I wondered what he was thinking.I invisibly went into the living room and lay down on their couch. I feel asleep and waited for Saturday morning.I woke to the sounds of rustling in the kitchen. I got up and saw it was Cheryl. I returned to the couch and rested until Allen was up.Allen showed up fifteen minutes later. I followed him."Honey," Allen said. "Did you hear or see.