A short while later, Amy pulled from beneath them and squeezed her fingers inside her cumsoaked pussy. The mere touch sent a shiver of anticipation through her body.
"I have a good idea," she said, looking first at Brad, then to Libby. "Want to hear it?"
"I don't know," Brad said slowly. "Something tells me it's going to be wicked. Wicked as hell."
"Oh, maybe not," she said with an evil glint in her eye. "I was just thinking of maybe having a small party, and inviting Sherri and Keith and… the Reverend Johnson. You know, just close friends."
"That sounds great!" Libby said excitedly.
"Yeah, it does," Brad said softly. "Wicked as shit, but what do you expect from such a wicked sister?"