Maybe you could help me with something?" Shoot," Collette replied agreeably."Who do you think has a better ass — me... or Sammy?"Collette immediatel... became expressionless and calmly puzzled, which for Bobby was a clear giveaway that he'd nailed what was going on dead center."Well, yours, of course. What makes you think I care about Sammy's ass?" she asked innocently."Oh, I don't know. Maybe the way you lick your lips when you look at it?" I don't know what you're talking about," she protested. A rich, pussy-whipped wimp! There was hope for me yet!I glanced at Ronnie. He was turned around messing withhis amp. He didn’t notice. Good!As our set was ending, I tried to decide whether I shouldgo up and talk to the lady. I knew there was a chancethat her companion might get mad; maybe he wasn’t acomplete wimp. Maybe I had them tagged all wrong.But when you’ve been in the bars as long as I have, youget to where you can size people up pretty good. And, tome, this looked like. We exited our respective doors and took a seat in the back. I placed an arm across her shoulder and pulled her into me and placed my lips on hers. My free hand began to run the length of her tanned silky smooth legs, it ventured further up her leg with each stroke, she moaned her approval."I have been dreaming of this since the first time I saw you fucking my sister," she said softly."You saw us?" Yes. It was that time you did her in the basement and Julie thought that I was asleep. I sat at. “Can I have a go?” Colin looked up and nodded, allowing my cock to fall from his mouth and Susan quickly shuffled down the bed and took his place. It was as good as the last time. It was almost as if she had been practicing as her head bobbed up and down on my shaft and Colin watched. Then Colin slid his hand between my legs and cupped my balls, jiggling in them in their sac. This was fantastic!My sister was working on my cock and my best mate was playing with my balls. Did life get any.