She lowered the dryerand turned it back on. I put the towel back against my eyes.The cool dampness of the towel was soothing and kept the fumes away f...ommy eyes almost completely. I just sat there and waited for Mrs. Thomas tocome back and turn off the dryer. Suddenly the roaring of the air in my earsstopped. I felt a tap on my shoulder. I was surprised to hear Betty's voice."Mother says you're all done processing. Come over to the sink. We have toget all that yucky smelling lotion off your. I let out a moan as I felt you hand touch my silk encasedarousal. The pre cum making my situation evident to your touch. Yourfingers sought to release my me over the panties waist pant and theytouched the wetness that had seeped from in me. You withdrew your fingersand stopped kissing me. You ran your finger over my lips so I could tastemyself and so you would savour me as we kissed again...Your hand returned to its warm nest only just abandoned and I could feelyou letting me free of the satin. "Megan. It's wrong. It's wrong. It's wrong!" He was chanting the words while his baby sister noisily slurped on his cock. Spittle oozed out of her mouth soaking Brandon's sack in her saliva. Each time she went down just a bit further.Brandon's cock slipped free of his sister's mouth with an audible pop. Slicked with spittle her hand glided up and down his cock squeezing down tight around the head. "It's wrong." Megan purred rising up to stare into his eyes. "Do you want me to stop big brother?. Alan gave a half-hearted sigh and hugged his father tightly. After a moment, he turned and picked up a large duffel bag sitting on the floor. "Thanks Dad. But call me if you need me. Number is on the fridge." I won't!" he answered cheerfully.Alan shot him a look, then smiled as he went out the door. The screen door slammed loudly behind him. Tim watched proudly as his son casually tossed the duffel bag into the back of the weathered truck, hopped in the cab, and with a general wave back at the.