I stared at him for long seconds, but instead of the mental struggle I expected there was only falling, falling into the big, dark vortex of his eyes,...and my legs bent and pulled up on their own volition, spread themselves apart in a lewd display of wanton depravity. There was no need for foreplay. My fingers, skilled from repeated performance, parted my pussy lips all the way, and my other hand started to slide the soft fabric through my slick folds, first slowly and gently, but quickly. Luckily my underwear held it in. I massaged her shoulder and starting moving down. I went from massaging her shoulders to her back and down to her stomach. She looked at me and said “Thank you Sir. For saving my brother”.I smiled and slowly went to her thighs. She took my hands and kept it on her boobs. I massage her boobs from the outside, only her blouse was in between us. I went closer to her lips and kissed her, she did not resist and kept with the flow. We kissed and kissed as my dick got. When I was out, she flopped down to one side and lay there with a very satisfied smile on her face. I laid back on the opposite side of the couch looking at my sister, my cock still rock hard and dripping wet and called her over to me with a finger. Misha smiled and crawled across the couch to me like a little cat with her perfect little ass high in the air. As she reached me, she climbed up on top to straddle me. Misha had a little more hair than Grace on her mound but it was still. He’d already seen me. He was a friend of my friends son. “Hi Wendy,” he said, “fancy meeting you here.” He looked at me with hungry eyes, as he looked me up and down. I was dressed liked a slut, I had hoped I’d blend in here. The ultra short mini skirt, light tan tonight, and a tight black lycra top. No bra, and just a thong. I’d worn a raincoat when I walked out of the house, and got into my car. The coat was in the car, so I could hardly pretend I wandered in by mistake. Fuck, and this only.