Carla has worn tight black jeans and a black and white jumper with horizontal stripes. Her fit body can easily carry off horizontal stripes, the tight...jeans complement her figure. The colors bring out her warm brown eyes, her short dark hair is shoulder length. Dressed more boldly than usual, she greets her now-familiar guests warmly as they arrive.The evening progresses and the play is particularly boisterous, loud, and fun. Carla can make no sense of it, but keeps the drinks flowing, allowing. I wondered what she could need me to do, that she had explained to my mother that quickly, as I walked the twenty yards to her front door. Half way to her house, I realized my shorts barely covered my hanging testicles, I thought maybe I better go back and change. I knocked on the door anyway, the most likely thing was, if she called my mother, she actually did want my help with something, and Id be done shortly. Nobody would notice my hanging balls. I was greeted by a very beautiful woman,. "You fucking little cock teasing whore," he hissed at her. "What's my cock feel like in your tight little hole." Doris turned her head away, but Victor kept on. "You're enjoying this, aren't you. You're a slut, Doris, that's why you came here dressed like a whore, looking for cock. Tell me bitch! Tell me that's what you're looking for!"Doris was gasping and panting as his cock pounded into her cunt. She couldn't speak for sobbing but her face was screwed up and her mouth hung open. Victor's. Today I planned this, and tonight I planned on making my move. "Olivia, come on. I want to go to sleep." He scolded."Coming big brother."I walked over to his bed stepping on what seemed to be a sneaker. It was really dark in his room. Good. This worked out in my favor because I was wearing nothing at all. I had my curly brown hair in pig tails and I had a teddy bear in my hands. I looked like the hottest little sister ever, with my 34d cup tits and my nice virginal pussy. My ass was another.