For the most part, I would just admire her laundry hung up in the yard, mostly her bra which were hung up. I never really got to see her panties until...one evening it was late out and she had left her garage door open. In the garage, there was a laundry basket and in the basket was a few clean, small, white panties. Not terribly interesting, and I didn't take them. I was also scared out of my wits about getting caught skulking around like a creep. Not long after that I had noticed that these. "Go lick your sister's pussy clean," she ordered him.Roger felt like refusing, but suddenly he felt an overwhelming desire to lick Christine's labia. He wondered about this as he bent over Christine and brought his face up to her crotch. He started licking up Marcia's cum and quickly swallowed it. Christine giggled and told him to lick deeper.Marcia came up behind Roger and stuck her penis up his vagina doggy style. Soon Roger was farting onto Marcia with each orgasm he had. Marcia started. " Thank you Ma'am," I said."Call me Julie please. Ma'am makes me feel old."About an hour after they'd left I'd changed a dirty diaper and finishedmy homework. Now I stood at the changing table, folding the cleandiapers I found in a laundry basket. My eyes kept wandering to thebreast pump next to the rocking chair.I picked it up looking it over trying to figure out how it worked. ThenI saw a diagram on the back of it showing how to use it. I resisted myinitial temptations and began putting. Your having a cell phone and a radio-telephone aboard would help too."Jeez. I felt like an idiot. I had a marine band radio and had figured that was enough. After they left I cleaned up the mess on the galley floor, locked up and took the dory into town. The company that installed my navigation gear had a radio-telephone that they could install for me the same day. I gave him a check and said I'd be back on board by three. He said he'd need about a week's lead time to get the parts for the.