Then Allison actually stood over his head, facing his sister. He was now seeing two pussies and four breasts, something he did not see every day. He w...uld be wrong if he did not say to himself that it was sight he could get used to seeing.Melanie and Allison joined hands and began lowering themselves down to Justin. He could not believe it. His sister was going to fuck him and Allison was going let him taste her. It was a dream come true. He lied there in anticipation. He did not know which one. "God I LOVE IT!"She leans back and kisses him, then places her hands on the sides of your face, pushing your hair back."Did you like watching that, honey?" Yes," you groan. "Terri, oh god PLEASE!"She eases herself off of your man's semi-hard cock, leaving a dripping trail of cum on the couch."Yes, you may touch yourself."You don't have to be told twice. Both of your hands immediately drop to your crotch, your right hand furiously rubbing your clit while you slide three of your left fingers into. " Oh my sweet Jesus," Warren muttered."Yeah, what you said. Anyhow, so there we are, me telling him his best friend is better in bed than he is, and him telling me that my best friend is better than I am. We kicked that around for a while, and we discovered that 'better' wasn't necessarily the right word. Different was." It was the little things. You're a gentle and tender soul, Warren, and so is that girlfriend of yours. There was one point where you were eating me out, and I saw you look up. On second thought, maybe it isn’t so funny. I hopped off the boat — another consequence of one wife too many — and walked through the fog-shrouded marina to the car in the parking lot, checked ‘in-service’ with dispatch and groaned when the light rain turned heavy. As if losing another night’s sleep wasn’t enough, I’d forgotten my raincoat, something you do in Seattle at your peril. Oh well, it’s only water, right? Just like water under the bridge. You live and learn, at least, you’re supposed.