"I've brought lots of things," she gushed, "shorts, bikini, a fabulous dress, what do you want me to start with?"What did I care what she wore, now if...it was Clare James from college then it would be different."I'll put this dress on shall I?" she asked."Yeah, yeah," I called and wandered off down to the lake.We often came here in the summer for although lovely it was mostly deserted.I couldn't believe it, it was my sister for sure but somehow she had grown up and where did those curves come. "You looked like you were enjoying that," he commented.Uh oh. Was he jealous? I couldn't tell for sure, though I could tell he was for sure turned on, from the lump in his pants. "I was," I admitted, clutching his arm. "But not the way I enjoy it with you, by a long shot," I assured him, managing to maneuver his hand into my crotch as we made our way to our lockers."Honest?" he asked, his fingers playing with my soupy quim.I went up on my toes to give him a kiss, humping his hand as I did.. Then she slid off her stockings, and stood again before me."Pull my panties off, Billy," Sara said.I reached up, and took hold of the narrow elastic band at her waist that held up her panties. Her skin felt so soft when I touched it that I wanted to spend some time just doing that, but the shadow of the dark patch at Sara's crotch was beckoning me to other things. I slid her panties down very gently, and there before my eyes was her pussy! I had also seen this in the magazines, but never this. The old man allowed her a swig from the jug every fifteen minutes or so, and immediately after drinking it, she would doze off, blissfully content.The old man pulled the jug from under his knees, the wine sloshing as the truck jiggled. "Here you go, pretty gal. Go easy on it, though. There ain't all that much left."Lynn cradled the glass jug, licking her lips as she watched the wine get foamy from the sloshing. She imagined the wine to be a magic potion. In the dim greenish light from the.