Because the parents were in the next room I wanted to stop and try later in her bedroom; but Thelma being Thelma insisted that we had to do it then; r...ght on the table. “Here…use this!” She told me as she slid the margarine dish across the table. “What do you mean?” I asked incredulously. “Rub marge all over it,” Thelma giggled. “That should make it nice and greasy!” As I covered the cucumber with half a block of bright yellow margarine my sister rammed two then three fingers up her. " I whispered it, barely loud enough to hear it myself.She opened her eyes, shaking her tear-stained face from side to side as her body continued to sob."It's not you, Mikey; it's just that I haven't had a man touch me since your father left with that bitch."She looked down at my cock as she spoke and the blood continued to rush into it. Her fingers touched it and I jumped in shock; was the punishment going to include my mother trying to twist my cock off?Suddenly, with no warning, no clue, her. I did so, and bared my arm for her, looking the other way. She swabbed my arm with alcohol, and jabbed the needle in, and emptied the contents.. She swabbed again and discarded the syringe. She was gorgeous, and had a perfect ass and wonderful tits. Her white nurse's uniform made me even hornier. "Hold still for a minute", she whispered, "while the drug takes effect." She put her hand down and massaged my, by now, sopping crouch front, and I nearly shot off right there. "Hold your fucking load. When Nate had vacated the bed earlier that morning, he left a small space between the two girls, but when Melisa had awoken, she found her legs wound around the other girl and her arms around her shoulders. Mel’s dark eyes opened to see the resting eyes of the other girl two inches from her face. She could taste her breath and feel the sleep rolling off of her. Something was stirring inside of Melisa. She couldn’t help but admire the younger girl’s breasts, her cheeks, her hair that fell about.