Randy helps Sylvia disengage herself from her daddy’s thick cock, releasing a shower of juicy cream all over his thighs as she rolls over onto the floor. Frank leans up, still catching his breath. “That was unbelievable!” he whispers in her ear. “Thank you!” Getting up, he looks down at her lying spread-eagle, on her back, catching her breath. Her erect nipples, pointing up at the ceiling, are a bright pink contrast against her creamy, white tits. The body stocking around her pussy is soaking wet and her puffy, pink pussy lips continue to exude a steady flow of mixed juices, running down between her ass cheeks and pooling on the carpeting.
“Let’s leave her alone, now,” Randy says, herding his dad and Chris into the other room. “Do you guys want to shower before you leave?” he asks, hoping they’ll opt to clean up at home.
“Nah! We can do it at home,” Chris says, pulling on his underwear. “Randy, man, I’ve got to hand it to you!” Chris says smiling. “She was everything you promised and then some!”
“Yeah, son,” his dad says, clapping him on the back. “I don’t know where you met her, or what your relationship is, but if I were you, I wouldn’t do anything to fuck it up,” he says, laughing.
“Do we really know her?” Chris asks. “I don’t think I know anyone like that?” Lowering his voice as he puts his shoes on. “Who is she?” he almost whispers.
“I can’t tell you, but you have met her,” Randy says cryptically.
“Is she a close friend?” his dad wants to know. “Will she be at the wedding?”
“Yes, she’ll be at the wedding,” Randy laughs. “But you probably won’t recognize her and I’m not going to point her out to you, so enough already.” He hasn’t started getting dressed at all. “I’m going to stay here a while,” he says. “I’ll see you guys tomorrow.”
“Thanks again, Randy,” Chris says as he and Frank leave, closing the door behind them.
Sylvia is still on her back on the floor, when Randy goes back in the bedroom.
“Well,” he says, kneeling down beside her and running his hand over her smooth, round tits.
“Help me get out of this fucking thing!” Sylvia shouts. “I’m sweating like a pig!” Randy laughs as he releases the neck strap and pulls the mask over her head. Her face is glowing bright red, but her smile is unmistakable.
“Oh Randy!” Sylvia says, hugging her brother. “Thank you! I never dreamed… I mean it was… it was more than… I don’t know how to describe… Fuck! I almost passed out…”
“Shhh!” he says, taking her in his arms and holding her against him. “I think I get the idea.” Randy leans back and releases the catch on the front of the body suit, slipping it off her shoulders. “A nice hot bath is what you need,” Randy says, pulling the body suit over her tits and down to her waist.
“Yuck! A bath?” Sylvia stares at him. “I don’t think I want all this gunk, floating around in my bath,” she says, dipping her fingers into her stretched-out pussy and pulling out a long, goopy string. “How about a shower first, until all this junk runs out of me,” she suggests, lifting her hips so Randy can pull the body suit the rest of the way off. Tossing the body suit aside, Randy helps Sylvia onto the bed and lies down next to her. Pulling her naked body against his, he rubs her back and strokes her damp hair.