Derek and Gina Play Strip Hi-Lo part II

My jaw must have dropped in my lap as I stuttered to say something. She knew about Dad’s stash. “Huh,” I said, “You knew about this stuff?” “Have for several years now,” she said sort of matter of fact. I could have almost slid off the bed at this point. She already knew about this kind of stuff. Suddenly my eyes were on her and I was studying her face for a clue as to what she was up to. “Why didn’t you ever say anything about it?” I asked. “Because you weren’t ready yet,” she said. “But how did you find it?” I stuttered. “I’ve known all about sex for a couple of years now,” she said. I couldn’t believe I was having this conversation strip with my sister. We were close, but I don’t think I would have ever discussed private stuff like this with her. Shelly started to say something then paused. She seemed hesitant about something and at a loss for words. I was still watching her intently as she kind of turned away from me and took a couple steps toward the door. She caught the edge and quietly moved it closed. She had her back to me as I heard the door click shut. She kind of stayed there for a moment with her forehead leaning against the door. I knew something serious was on her mind. Finally she turned back and came right up beside me and sat down on the bed. Her face seemed only inches from mine. She took a real deep breath, and shocked the hell out of tits me. “Dad and I do sex all the time,” she blurted out. “WHAT?” I must have shouted, because she hushed me. “We’ve been doing it for about two years now,” she said. “Naw, Huh, No way, I mean how? When? Does Mom know?” I was just kind of stuttering. I couldn’t believe any of this conversation. “Quiet,” she scolded me, “Keep your voice down.” I couldn’t believe this. She was having sex with Dad and worried about me making amateur too much noise. “Look,” she said, “It started a couple years homemade ago.” “Dad started coming-on to me when Mom was gone, which is like always.” “You let him?” I whispered. The orcs were brutal with battle fever, hacking off limbs in stay of a killing blow, making the rangers real know tits horror and agony before the end. The question was so comical that I couldn’t tell if my wife was serious or not. He then fastened my wrists and ankles to the legs of the ‘T’, which left amateur me with my head nearly touching Vicky’s stomach. She continued to find new ways to tarnish my reputation. “Yes, yes, worship me,” I groaned. Can you answer what you know?" Miss Jones had a control pad like a mobile phone. ‘Two down’, I thought to myself. He said Master Glenn I have been here for three years and have strip never heard of this. No wonder she put up with me. homemade I walked around her table and stood in front of her and cleared my throat. Both of them knew this and slowly shoved me back on the bed.