Jenny scrunched up her face at me, sex then grabbed the big bath towel I had waiting and bounced out of the bathroom. I stood in the shower for a moment seething about Jenny having the nerve to bust in on me in the shower, eyeballing me naked (and hard), stealing my towel, I should have homemade just … Then it hit me. Wait, when I voyeur told her to just hop in the shower with me, she was indian all for it. I stood there shocked for a moment as images of Jenny in tiny little bikinis started to fill my head, and my cock began to really rise. Little sister wants to play! Damn, I was stupid. I could be banging Jenny in the shower right now If I stopped for three seconds to think. How Mms could my penis fail me like that? You were supposed to take over the thinking for me at times like that! How could I get her back in here? She did take my towel. I shut the water off. Looked around the bathroom and found a smaller towel which I used to dry myself off a little. Then I wrapped it around my waist and stepped out of the bathroom. Jamie’s room was to the right coming out of the shower. Knowing that she wasn’t home, I held that little towel over my crotch and marched right across to the other side of the den to Jenny’s door. I banged on it once hard, then grabbed the handle and burst right in, dripping wet and barely covered. Jenny stood by her desk, eyes wide, staring at me and about to start protesting me barging into her room. “Gimme back my towel” I barked at her. She just stood there staring and pointed to the towel lying on her bed. I moved closer into the room, closing the door behind me, and grabbed the towel. Now that the indian pants were down, the muscles of the legs were fully visible. I had little choice homemade but to tug the material free while under her stern gaze. What happened to the encouraging and nurturing Prestira? Doo-doo-doo, doo-doo-doo When they saw me they started talking and laughing. I felt relieved until…. "Hey fur!" “My lips are sealed”. Thorin was pacing the throne room waiting for the others to join him. After breaking their sex reunion, Beatrice and Amelia Mms gave their brother a fearful look. We went into the bathroom together, she still holding the glass. She gazed from racoon eyes, the liner voyeur smeared down her cheeks, a portrait of lecherous defeat. What’s wrong with me, that you won’t get naked and take my virginity? Over and over.