Ray sat up and reached for his sister-in-law. But she danced out of his grasp. "I hope you're not just a prick-teaser."

"I'm a prick-teaser, a prick-sucker, and a prick-fucker." Patsy opened her mouth, glided her tongue suggestively over her moist pink lips. "Tony loves my tongue."

Ray groaned out loud. The damn kid was dynamite! His prick ached. "I hope I find out soon," he said. "My cock is ready to bust!"

He never thought he'd be fucking Patsy. It had been a fantasy once or twice over the last five years, but nothing more. She was his wife's sister – only a kid. Now he looked at her closely. Not a kid – a woman – a dynamite woman who looked like she could handle anything with her body and planned to before she turned nineteen.

"I'll take care of your cock, Ray," Patsy purred hungrily. She finished the drink and tossed the empty glass to Ray. "Would you like a little fashion show?" Sensuously, she rotated her hips. Her hands spanned the jiggling flesh of her tits behind the lace.

"What I want is a fuck," he groaned.

"You'll get that after we have a little fun." She swayed on her feet, raised her nightie, baring her belly and rib cage, but still hiding her tits. "You wanna see my tits?"

He nodded. "Anytime you're ready." His voice was hoarse.

"I'm ready now," she giggled, sweeping the nightie over her head in one swift move. She tossed it to Ray. "Like 'em?" She shook the massive globes, making her tits bounce.

"Yeahhhh." It was a tight rasp.

"I'm bigger than Gretchen." She slipped her hands up and under her large milky tits, cupping them, making them appear even larger. "You like sucking my sister's tits?"

Ray nodded. His mouth watered for the succulent tit-meat she was flashing. Her sweet tits stared back at him. They looked as if they were dying for a mouth.