With his finger he massaged them. I let out anun-voluntary groan- this wasn?t all so unpleasant!'Well well, would you look at that the little whore is...getting turned on.'He brought his hand to my pussy and started massaging my clit. Heslipped a finger into my pussy and started fucking me. I jerked my hips forwardto meet his hand. He curved his finger upwards and I shuddered at the sensationAt his order, the other two gave him a brown paper bag. I could guesswhat was inside. He took out a dildo.. My semi-erect cock was clearly visible poking through my boxers, I could guess where my sister's eyes were now focused. Before I could worry too much about my sister becoming the newest member of the family to see my cock, my boxers were being pulled down. I watched my mum kissing the inside of my thighs as my cock stiffened further, she kissed up my legs and then over my balls. I moaned lightly and put my head back, I shot another glance at Claire who was staring open mouthed at what was. It was at that moment I realized he wasn't looking in my eyes, but at my mouth. A tingle of lust shot straight to my lower belly, knowing that he was looking at me like a man looks at a woman, and not his best friend. I felt so conflicted at that moment — my head was telling me to stop thinking stupidly while my heart wanted to grab him and hold him close to me forever and beg him not to leave. John was undoubtedly the other half of my heart, and I knew that when he left he would be taking a. . . and that there was some secret about that between you two that would be devastating for me to bring up. I kept intending to ask. You did tell me he was in Prague, but I didn’t think he really was there. I know wherever he was he’d be playing his violin in an orchestra. That’s too big a part of his life. I had friends in the State Department scour the city of Prague for a Dennis Harris and they came up blank. So I thought he really wasn’t there.’ ‘Don’t you remember that I told you he had.