“Us ... them ... their...”“What the heck are you talking about?”“Excuse we. Speak us ... We this ... still work...”“Where are you? Who i... this?”“This new. We work technique. One ... second?”The voice alternated between normal speech, grainy radio signals, and loudspeaker distortions. Phil rubbed his ear, trying to clear whatever obstructed his hearing.“This work do? Sorry, is this working?”Phil stopped turning, instead glancing straight up into the partially overcast sky. “Yes, but who are you?. Look, let's go out on the bedroom balcony and see if you can help me through what's going on in my head." "Okay, Charles. I want to do anything I can to help you. It's what sisters do for brothers. It's what one lover does for another. Let me run to the bedroom to get something to slip on." "No - don't," Charles replied, as he grabbed her arm. "Let's go out like this." "Naked? I mean being in the pool last night naked was one thing, but it was dark, and we were alone. But in the middle of the. Her dress terminated not far below her waist and from there herattractions became more bold. Black garters trailed down her thickthighs. They contrasted nicely with the healthy peach tone of her lightskin. The leather strips clipped to stockings just above her knees,framing the rest of her legs in irresistible see-through black silk.Between her legs hung a long, thick cock, framed base to tip in shiny,black vinyl. The stretchy sleeve felt wonderful around her hypersensitivelength. She kept the. Karen was beginning to come down off her orgasmic bliss. It then hit her that Marge was in her room all alone. "The storm; your Mother hates them as much as I do. Darling, you must go to your Mother and comfort her." But what will you do?" Benny asked."Don't worry about me. I'm happy and contented now. I'll be able to ride out the rest of the night. Now, go comfort your Mom."Benny kissed his Aunt and then rolled out of bed. It was that moment that he remembered the raging hard-on he was.