"They're not here," Kyle said. He opened the pizza box, put a slice on a plate, and handed it to me.I was surprised that Kyle ordered my favorite pizz.... I took the plate and put it on the coffee table. "Thanks, but I don't have much of an appetite. When are Dave, Larry, and Hank going to be here?"Kyle took a bit of his pizza, smiled, and then shrugged his shoulders. I started to ask him what was going on, but his lopsided grin told me it wasn't what I thought. Fighting the urge to giggle, I. He had been through an uneasy night. The prior day had been the funeral of his mentor and his fathers Hand of the King, Jon Arryn. His death had surprised most of the court. Even in his seventies, the Warden of the East had been as healthy as a man half his age and he had passed away in a single night, fallen victim to an unknown illness. Lyonel was not prone to grievance, but his dreams last night had been unpleasant to say the least. Jons words rang through his head and he tried and tried to. Moving it gently in and out I began to finger fuck my sister as I moved my mouth down her body until I was close enough to smell her arousal. With my left hand kneading her breast, my finger stuck into her cunt, I lowered my mouth onto her sensitive clit and started licking her bud feverously. Pulling my finger out of her and using it to keep her panties out of the way, I clamped my mouth over her slit and plunged my tongue up into her hot wet tunnel. OOOOOHHHHHHHHH!! she screamed as her cunt. He then instructed Robert to hold his hands just below my toga. Click…click…click went the camera as we all moved slightly to vary the poses. I pulled Pete’s head into my ample chest as Steve clicked away, and I pushed my arse backwards in the hope of getting Robert’s hand to contact with my bare arse. My breathing was becoming more laboured and I craved for the touch of a hand or for the brush of a cock against my skin. At last I got a reaction from Pete. His cock was starting to grow and I.