. we used to play in the tub, so this is okay. We’re family. Lots of families don’t care about clothes, right?” Sandy didn’t know about that b...t he nodded anyway. He liked where this seemed to be going.She got up and refilled her cup, offering some to her brother as she stepped to the counter. He watched her breasts sway and move with her motions. He watched her ass when she took the coffee back to the warmer. She bent at the waist to pick up her dropped napkin and Sandy got a fully open view. He thought about running out the door, but he knew that wouldn't work.They would find him, he was sure of that. They would track him down, no matter where he ran to, because they knew he was the only one who could make the donuts.The donuts that they had to have now.If he could just distract them somehow, buy some time so that he could dump the flour down the toilet, maybe then he could stop this nightmare from happening.But then they appeared in the doorway, and he knew he'd never distract. It seemed like I would never stop but at least my bladder stopped hurting. To top it all I was still in mid flow when Rhonda looked over and noticed. Probably she had heard the urine splashing on the floor.?Oy! You dirty cow! Are you pissing in my nice clean garage?? She called out.I hung my head in shame, or as much as my arms forced behind my back would allow me to. Rhonda and Mel came over to have a look as the last trickles died away.?You disgusting animal!? Rhonda sneered. ?Couldn’t you. We were both masturbating and I was describing how I like to use both my tongue and lower lip to slowly slide up and down her clit, and wearing her brown thighs like a pair of dark sunglasses. From her breathing and the wet sounds, she seemed to be doing a good job on her real clit but at a critical moment as she neared the point of no return her kid walked into her room with a complete stranger. She told me she had to hang up so someone could use the phone.There was a strong and throbbing.