He reached down and pulled the towel away, replacing it with his fist as he stroked back and forth, imagining what he'd do to that flimsy little dress... This wasn't his first encounter with incest; her and Marissa had enlisted quite the affair with Marissa's mother, whom both still enjoy with relative regularity, but this was his family... This was his sister. The mere thought drove him to the brink. It was a matter of mere minutes before the drifting thoughts of the beautiful woman in the short. A smirk came over her lips as the memories of last night came back to her. She remembered the carolers who came seeking donations for the handicap. She’d let them sing two songs before closing the door on them without a donation. She remembered Billy calling, begging her to take him back, and threatening to harm himself if she didn’t. ?Silly Billy?, she whispered without giving any thought to his well being. For Liz Christmas was a day away from everything. A day to play with her favorite. “Such a naughty boy, painter” she says as she grabs my hard brush with one hand and my balls with the other.I moan in ecstasy as she firmly moves her hand up and down, my shaft throbbing hard and making sloppy sounds. With a horny voice she wonders out loud how the paint brush might taste and moves her head towards my cock. I breathe fast and heavily in expectation but she lingers with her mouth a mere inch above my brush. Just as I’m ready to beg her to please suck my cock she places her lips. She's a gorgeous woman, and is the reason I got into this crowd. But that's a different story.As soon as I got to the back ‘waiting' room I stripped down. I opened my bag and grabbed the pink bottle of baby lotion. As I spread the smooth lotion all over my body, I felt goose bumps rise along my soft skin and my nipples grow hard. I love the feel of lotion; much like I love the way cum feels against my skin.I heard a light knock at the door, and soon saw Mark's familiar face. I quickly hopped up.