‘I’ve always said I would help you out with anything you needed, Sis. I meant it.’ I went inside, with her following close behind. She stopped m... in the front hall and started feeling my body up and down; I could hear her practically panting. I kicked off my sneakers and took off my t-shirt; I could tell that smelled slightly of the stuff we were working with. ‘Lets get in the shower,’ I suggested. Before we started for the bathroom, however, Sis grabbed my face and forcefully tongue-kissed me.. This was a different type of wandering and I think we both knew it. So much more than sexual desire. A meeting and merging of the souls. That’s when I really got into trouble.So, I began to fantasize. My life became divided. At work, I was a funny, flirty, amazing woman, and then as soon as I got home, I was the responsible mom. Do laundry, clean, vacuum, wash dishes, laundry, cook dinner, bath the child, get everything ready for the next day to avoid any unnecessary hassles. Maybe find an hour. Once work was done we all headed down the pub as usual we commandeered a corner of the pub and I sat down deliberately opposite Phil. I wasn't obvious but did make sure he got the odd little peak up my skirt. I couldn't hardly wait for us to call it a day and head off. Once outside I told Phil I needed to go back to the office before we went home. We headed up the stairs to our floor, Phil trailing behind I could imagine him peaking up my skirt, all the way up my seams.We made our way to my. It was a very long drive to Lake Superior. I started reaching under her shorts and the under her panties.I began to massage her, she was so wet. I had my fingers inside her. She felt so smooth, so soft so inviting. Other hands were under her shorts and her bra. We forced her to one orgasm after another. Watching her twist and groan under out hands. She was all ours to use as we wanted. What a slut we thought.We were very happy with our choice. She was the bitch for us.THE BOAT.