Annette felt one of his hands leaving her hip. David was bracing his cockshaft, holding his stiff prick against the taut rubbery rim of her shitter.He...moved one hand around to her cunt, stroking her clit, rubbing his knuckles against her pussylips. At first the touching did nothing.Annette groaned, concentrating only on the hot searing pain throbbing through her ass. But as her shitter lips finally began to stretch and ease up, the girl started feeling that tight heat pulsing through her pussy. Please, you can doanything to me, just keep me. I am your sister. This is my life. The youngerwoman holding her only smiled. She seemed to be amused. She had grown up into avery beautiful looking woman. Her breasts had become good size, her curves werepronounced and her facial features had taken on the fullness of a fullydeveloped woman. She bent over and kissed the girl on the forehead and thenjoked with the older woman. The joke was unrelated to the crying girl.The cryinggirl looked across. Passionately. Deliberately in view of her daughter's partially open door, so that Lissa called out, "hey, no messin around! Don't make me come out there and supervise!"When Lissa did this, Denise chuckled throatily, and broke the kiss. Then she strolled, with the most come-hither walk I'd ever seen, into the living room. I followed, like a lemming on cruise-control.We sat and stared at each other for a long while. Finally, unable to bear the tension, I asked, "what was that about?" Just because. John bristled.They arrived at the table and stopped, standing awkwardly, holding their pints. Neither Tom nor John said a word of greeting, but stared at the group.“Er, John,” said Flynn, who seemed to be the designated spokesman. “Have you got a minute? We need to put something right.”“Go on,” said John gruffly. “Make it brief. I was having a good time with one of my few remaining friends until you lot turned up.”“That’s just it, we need to apologise,” said Flynn.“Yeah,” added Dan. “We were.