Mum, what do you want me to call you? If we are out for a meal together as a couple, it would be silly to call you mum. I will go for the wine. I'm so...glad that we have done this. Let’s talk about it when I get back.”They kissed, and he left for the wine. He came back and locked the door. He said, “Dad was at the toilet as I heard his loo flushing. Has he ever come into your bedroom during the night?”She replied, “Yes, years ago. You had just started school. I told him to fuck off, and the next. He opened her legs and liked what he saw. Her dark pubic hair proved she wasn't a natural blonde and as he spread her labia and inserted a couple of fingers he discovered her vagina was wet but tight. It was the first white pussy he had ever seen except for pictures in magazines and it sure looked sweet. This is going to be interesting he thought and wondered how his thick erection that pulsed beneath the water was going to fit in that little hole but he knew he was going try. He bent forward. But she was the one who had come by as the guys started to arrive. She was the one who wanted to know why there were guys at the house without my husband as he was getting beers for everyone. She didn't leave when she saw the first guys starting to get naked, or say anything as she watched them kiss all over me as I became putty in their hands.The idea of watching my sister getting pounded by a group guys was so deviant, so invigorating."You will come to the next party. It's Saturday. But the. I made a little circle with my tongue and accented the motion with a kiss which elicited a throaty moan from my now writhing partner. I kissed up her thigh, scooted back and settled back down between her legs. I started kissing her right then her left thighs as I worked my way up to her panties. As I got closer, she scooted down the couch toward my waiting mouth and I pulled back simply to tease her a little more. “Come oooooonnnn!” she whined at me as I finally took a few laps at her panties.