Sean strained his ears trying to pick up the faintest of sounds of their fucking but he could hear very little from his room. He got out of bed and qu...etly opened his door; he could hear some sounds now. Sean crept further down the hallway, the sounds got louder now. As he reached their bedroom door he could hear the sound of the bed creaking, they were fucking now. He was fucking her slowly; the sounds from the bed told him that. He had watched them on honeymoon. Charles sometimes liked to. I saw my buddy, John, dancing with his girlfriend. He saw me, winked, and gave me thumbs up.Dawn said to me "Lynn's a pretty good dancer, isn't she?"I replied "She certainly knows how to move her body, and isn't shy about doing it, either." I'm surprised you showed such, um, self-control."I had to laugh despite myself. I said, "We can all thank baseball for that." Lynn's a real good friend. Did you notice how she manipulated us so that we'd dance together?" Why would she do that?" She knows I. She would make sure that she spread her legs wide so they could always see her big gaping cunt-hole as she took another cock deep into her belly. They loved fucking her mouth as by now Helen had learned to suck and swallow cum with a fervor that belied her tender years.She was staying later and later each night as the number of cocks that were fucking her got bigger and bigger, till eventually she was staying overnight as the men just fucked and fucked her slut-whore cunt, or they would cum all. My reflexes were too slow, as I entered my sister already was upstairs in her room. It was late and I was very worn out. I walked upstairs and entered my room, I took off my clothes and fell into bed. I looked at the ceiling and pondered the strange day I had. I drifted asleep and was jolted awake by a hand, I opened my eyes and saw my sister. I could not tell if it was the lack of light or if her eyes really were red, but the sniffling made me realize she had been crying for awhile now. I sat.