If she was making enough money, she would probably think she didn't need to go to college. The idea left something unsettled inside of me, but I wasn'... sure what it was; did I feel angry at my sister because she wasn't going to school and insuring her future, or was I angry with her because she was, in essence, a whore? Was I even really angry at her at all? And if I was, was that why I was here with Joe, planning to get her hammered before having sex with her? Was this really the something new. “Bed. Now!” she commanded. “I want; I need you to lick my pussy.”As soon as I was undressed, she pushed me down onto her bed, and straddled my face. I was looking up at her lovely pussy, barely an inch above my face. It looked as if she had started trimming her pubes more than she had done in the past; the sides of her labia were smooth and bare. There was just a small triangle of thick black hair above her pussy. As she lowered herself to my face, I pushed my tongue out to lick along her slit.. Then he started undressing her, as her upper body was on the structure, with her face down, and her legs off the structure. He pulled her dress and her panty down to her ankles, lifted up her feet, took her shoes off, and pulled her dress outta her legs. Now she was completely naked.She turned her face around and looked at him, still staying on the structure. He didn’t waste time to get naked. He held her tight hip tight in his hands and started getting inside of her pussy.“Eeeh..” She started. My wife slowly bent on her hands and knees. She started massaging his body with her great boobs, from top to bottom, starting with his legs. My son had still not removed his shorts. My wife worked her way up through he belly, chest, cheeks and then gave one nipple in my son’s mouth. My son sucked it hard. Then my gave her other nipple in his mouth. My son stretched his arm and rubbed it against my wife’s pussy. He exclaimed, ‘Mom, you are wet. Your juices have already started flowing’. He.