“I thought you might be scared.”“Of a horny old man? I have had scarier things in my life to deal with.”“Anyway, I’m glad you made it. Did...you remember to bring me something?”“Of course,” I said, and produced the panties from my pocket. I saw a definite twitch in the front of his trousers.He took them from me and held them up.“Absolutely perfect. Are they your sister’s?”“Well, they were. She left them behind for me when she left home.”“Lucky you. Anyway, have a sit down and we can have a coffee. Touching herself and not him seemed generally prudent, since, for one, she enjoyed it, and, for two, if she touched his cock, that would probably be the moon shot.“So,” she said, “it’s possible I’m going to do something and I want you to be prepared. I might make a series of really high-pitched sounds. Like ‘yip, yip, yip.’ You’re going to think I’m doing it on purpose—everybody does, but it’s completely involuntary.”“Uh… ok.”“Some people seem to like it.” She reclined and listened to the waves. She was wearing a white short sleeved rib-knit top and it was apparent she wasn't wearing a bra because I could clearly see her hard nipples poking through the material. She also had on a tartan plaid mini-skirt that had narrow pleats all around. Her legs were encased in very sheer, dark hose and she had thick-soled black loafers on her feet. As we entered my house she drew me to her and said, "Well now, aren't you glad I caught you looking at me and Teddie that day. As soon as I . He’s kissing me and I’m kissing him back. All the while his finger is still working its way inside my ass. Every nerve in my body is on fire. This wasn’t supposed to happen Trey is straight as an arrow. But how straight is he really with his tongue down my throat and his finger up my ass. God it feels like I am losing my mind there are so many sensations flooding my brain that it feels like it’s just going to shut down from overload. He pulls back from kissing me and looks down at me with a.