Madeline giggled. "He's got friends. Oh, Jeez, look at the time. I've got to go. See ya!" She scrambled from the bed and into her clothes.

Madeline had barely been gone five minutes before Mandy's hand wandered down to the soaking folds of her own pussy. Madeline was right, she needed a cock. She had only been fucked once since school had let out.

She was about to hunt for her vibrator, when she heard the back door open.

"Who is it?" she called.

"It's Fred," came a familiar voice from the kitchen. "Just wanted to borrow some ice. Our fridge is on the blink."

"Sure, go ahead," she shouted, lying back on the bed.

She smiled to herself, thinking her brother-in-law probably wanted the ice for a drink. Since Beverly was gone for the day he could sneak a drink and watch a Sunday afternoon football game. She liked Fred. And while she didn't dislike her sister, Mandy never understood how a guy like Fred could marry a narrow-hipped, flat-chested, complaining bitch like her sister.

She sighed and leaned back as she heard the door slain downstairs.

Listlessly, she moved around on the bed, her hands roaming over her naked body. The dark nipples of her tits started hardening. She lifted the huge bulb of one tit until her nipple was by her lips. She tongued it, making it rise even farther. She opened her mouth and sucked at it.

Within moments, her body was bathed in uncomfortable sweat. The room was stifling. She decided to go downstairs to get a cold drink. As she passed the downstairs bathroom, she decided that what she really needed was a cooling shower. Shrugging the robe from her shoulders, she pushed the door open and stepped into the bathroom.

In front of the commode stood Fred. He had just finished pissing and was shaking his cock.

In surprise he turned to her, his hand still holding his prick, his eyes glued as he ogled her nakedness.