By the time Betty Ann Collins arrived around 10:00, things had gotten well and truly out of hand. She saw her niece, Sally -- until recently the shyest and most innocent of girls -- kneeling behind Marie, alternately spanking Marie's ass and lapping at her pussy. Someone was squirming underneath Sally, her head trapped between the girl's thighs; judging from the pubic hair, it was most likely Jane. J.J., having secured a strap-on, was plowing into Kelly Ann from behind as Kelly licked Jessica.
On the couch, Janice lay on her back with one blonde sitting on her face and another riding the phallus extending from between her legs. It took Betty a moment to figure out which one was Kat and which one was Samantha. Mother and daughter were politely facing opposite directions, maintaining some sort of plausible deniability.
Shaking her head, feeling a little ashamed but already irresistibly drawn, Betty Ann stripped off her clothes and waded into the action.
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Sunday morning Sally Ann and J.J. both left with their families to return home. As Kelly gave her cousin a long, loving goodbye hug, she wondered how Sally's life was going to be changed by what had happened that weekend; she hoped it would be for the better.
Kat and J.J likewise shared a very warm embrace. "Thanks, cuz," said J.J. "It was a blast." Kat felt like she had gained her cousin's respect; even J.J., worldly as she was, had never experienced anything quite like the scene at Jessica's.