Cadey's big sister

Gasping as she pleasured herself, Brittany hardly seemed to notice. Frank rolled off the bed and pulled on a pair of pants and a t-shirt before turning to the horny young teen.

"I'll see who that is. Try and control yourself and maybe I'll give you a treat later," he chuckled, lifting her chin and kissing her, but stepping back before she could engulf him with her body.

He checked the video screen and saw a young woman he didn't know at the door. Shrugging, he pulled it open and smiled at her.

"Hi there, can I help you?"

"Mmm...I just came to introduce myself. I'm Cathy Gustafson. Cadey's sister? Can I come in? Or is this a bad time?

"Welcome to my home," Frank smiled and gestured. She smiled back, rather carefully Frank thought, and stepped past him into the house. He noticed that she was barefoot, and what he had at first taken for a short white dress was actually a man's white shirt. And from certain visible evidence, she wore nothing underneath it.

"It's a nice house," she said quietly, looking around. "I've been hearing a lot about you Mr...Castillo? Quite a lot?"

"Oh yes?"

"Mmmm...my little sister is absolutely smitten by you. And I hear you were quite a hit at the Scott's party yesterday."

"I didn't see you there."

"I wasn't. I avoided it. But if I'd know what was going to happen there I'd have been sure to attend." She paused, posing at the end of the bar and looking at him, curiosity evident in her face.

"And what did you hear happen? Can I offer you some lemonade? Iced tea?"

"Either thanks. I heard it turned into an orgy. Everybody fucking everybody. And you, the newcomer, servicing all the women on the street.

"Not quite all."

"Oh? Who have you missed?" she smiled, taking a sip of lemonade.

"You for one." Frank grinned.

"And what makes you think I'm on the menu?" she chuckled softly, taking another long drink and setting her glass down.

"The fact you came over here half naked and ready for action."

"Well, I wanted to see if the reports could possibly be true. I expected a younger man, if half the stories were true.

"I can get the job done," Frank growled softly, stepping behind her and nuzzling her neck as she let her shirt fall open, displaying a fat pair of firm tits. She purred and preened as he fondled her, enthralled by his attention.

"Mmmmm...I'm starting to see the attraction. You fucked my little sister, didn't you?"

"Did she tell you that?"

"She didn't have to. I read her diary. She calls you Mr. President. Mmmm yessss...stroke me there....you have nice strong hands."