I'd not only not seen Winnie in the last nine years, I hadn't been back to the old neighborhood either.Grabbing my coat, I went out into the rain, got...in my restored '56 Chevy Belaire, and headed east across town.The old neighborhood was still alive at 8:00PM. I saw the house. Lights were on in the living room. Somebody was home. Winnie? Or, had she sold the place? Did I have the guts to find out? Well, nothing ventured nothing gained.I got out and walked hesitantly toward my goal. What the. I can hear their muffled cries and the soft creak of the bed. Opening the door ever so slightly, I let out an involuntary cry as I catch sight of my sister.I move a hand to my thigh to calm my nerves. The rough lace of my stockings sends a shiver down my spine, the sheer luxurious material, silky to the touch and identical to the ones Casey is wearing on her ultra-smooth legs. Well to be honest they are hers! I just managed to slip this pair on as I heard the door being unlocked earlier when. ’ ‘Were you ever a Scout?’ ‘No too musical to bother.’ Naomi laughed, her breasts jiggling appealingly. I took her hand, raised it to my lips, ‘I believe her, from the moment we met again, I knew you were one hundred percent a great mother.’ ‘Flatterer,’ ‘Kiss me?’ We kissed, it was good, then we returned to looking out to sea. ‘When will she tell Bob?’ At that point the whole beach heard a whoop and a scream. I looked at Naomi, ‘Round about now I think,’ I said grinning. Everyone was now. Adjusting her position to a better angle, Gretchen power stroked Allan’s prick. The sensations to Allan were very good but apparently even better for Gretchen. She was moaning loudly. Allan had not heard her vocalize her excitement before now. It occurred to him that throughout the evening, he had cum twice and Gretchen not at all. He felt a little selfish and quietly resolved to end the pleasure imbalance. Allan wanted to stay hard for as long as it was necessary for Gretchen to reach her own.