Who was she? She looked so familiar, andyet she just couldn't place her. She was young, in her early thirties,had straight dark hair and was tall and ...retty. She was wearing a looseblack trouser suit, small hoop earrings and flat black pumps."Why don't you come along with me dear."She started walking off, towards the door that Lita had just come infrom. Like the first day of her awakening, all those years ago, Litafound herself compulsively following her, unable to have any say in whatwas now. "It's not?" He sounded confused."No," she said. "Get up and come to bed." With you?" Now there was hope in his voice."It had better be with me," she said. "Are there women in your life you haven't told me about?" No!" he said."Good." But I thought..." I know," she said. "I could see that. But I needed to think. Come to bed and we can talk." Okay," he said. He felt better, because she wanted to talk. But he also felt nervous, because saying either "Yes" or "No" didn't really require a lot of. “He’s on the ball this morning,” she says right before leaning in to kiss Riley’s breast, sucking on her hard nipples.Justin ignores her playing and buries his face into his sister’s pussy. He wants to please them, so there isn’t time for any distractions. He licks her cunt up and down, stopping to nibble on her clit each time he returns to it. His finger glides in and out, a constant to the erratic movement of his swiping tongue. Then Justin gets an idea. He slips free his fingers from Riley. It was not Lizvette. I saw that much before it vanished. She ignored it. "Now I'm sleepy," she said. "And you're going to be awake all night. I shouldn't have let you nap so long."It had been an eventful Sunday for us, a turning point in our love. As she had promised me the night before, when she came to me in my den to thank me for giving up our planned day alone so that she could have a friend over, she made it a special one. We thought the night before that we might only have time enough for.