She’s not the jealous kind, is she? Mommy was jealous and all it did was drive Daddy away. I’ve learned my lesson, baby. Jealousy is a bad thing t... control your mind. Dangerous. Harmful. Far better to share. You’re not the jealous kind, are you? You’d share your girlfriend with Mommy, wouldn’t you?” Annie coaxed her son, now aggressively playing with his cock and balls.“No ... she’s not. But we’re sex slaves of the same man. Both of us. And her best friend, Celeste. And Celeste’s girlfriend,. Her lady-in-waiting Jacinta held up a silver mirror so that Amelia could inspect the work that had been carried out upon her head. Amelia nodded her approval and Jacinta returned the mirror to the large chest in Amelia’s bedchambers and then sat in a chair opposite her lady. In the nineteen years since she had been born, the last three of which had been whilst Castle Arrowthorn lay under siege, Lady Amelia had not once had her hair cut. Each morning it took her and her lady-in-waiting at least. "I don't suppose you were anywhere near each other when you bought them, were you?" Uh, uh" they chorused,"Glasgow and London?" Yup" came from Sarah,"How did you guess?" from mum,Their freshly shaven mounds were brushed with my breath as I pulled each pair of panties up over their thighs and gently fussed over them, making sure they cupped each beautiful, pouting pair of sex lips sensuously, before watching them pull their skirts up, hiding their secrets from everyone but me and each. Her body lifted up like one of those giant inflatable characters at a grand opening. The orgasm seemed to expand up through her sexy body and emerge out of her head. The sound she made was like a plea. I realized I had heard it before, softly through the house at night. I knew the cadence of my sister's climax, like a song I remembered only after hearing it played again in some new context. God, it was beautiful. My fingers dug deeply inside my vagina, edging me towards my own precipice.Before.