Her bikini had ridden into the crack of her butt, showing more of her flesh. I wanted to fix her bottoms, to slide my fingers beneath her cloth and feel the silk of her ass.“My god, just imagine that mustache rubbing on your pussy,” Lana moaned. “You're shaved, right?”I nodded my head, imagining a different mouth to ride upon.I enjoyed dinner, then Lana and I settled down on the couch, watching TV, changed into clothing that hid a bit more of our flesh than our bikinis—a tennis skirt and tank top for me, a belly shirt and jean shorts for her. We found a raunchy comedy to watch while her parents went upstairs.At some point, I found myself getting tired. I leaned onto the couch's arm, dozing off as Bridesmaids played. The letter sprang back into my mind. Who had written it? How had they known I was here? In the bathroom?Where they really coming?Why?But I was too tired to really ponder these questions. My eyes closed, the movie fading into the background along with my questions of the. Nancy moaned as she felt the first burst of hot semen filling her pussy. It had been years she had felt it and oh how she had longed for this. She savored every burst of her son’s seed and reached under her and massaged her son’s balls to make sure she got every drop of cum out of them. When they had finished, Nancy stood up and told Cathy that he was much better than expected. Michelle echoed her mom’s proclamation and Cathy realized that Michelle had already taken her turn with her brother. Cathy walked up to her nephew and told him that she hoped he had saved some for her as she was also looking forward to finding out just how good this young stud was. She saw Kevin staring at her tits and she smiled and told him that they won’t break if he wanted to touch them. His hands quickly moved up and cupped her tits. He massaged them before rolling her nipples between his fingers. Cathy moaned at his touch and asked Michelle if she had taught her brother how to fondle a woman’s tits..