The smell of her sex was intoxicating. My tongue lapped at her lips as she stepped away from her wet panties. I laid her back on the bed, opening he... legs so she could present me with the view of her holes as I undressed. When I leaned down to move my shorts, I picked up her panties and threw them to Barry.“Thank you, Sir,” he said as he sniffed them and began to lick her wetness off of the fabric.When I moved my shorts, I had pulled a box of condoms out of my pocket and was opening the box. If he asked, she might answer, and he really didn't want to know.Zak walked down to the stream. The part with the lowest bank had become their bathing area, at least while they were in the tents. There was that lovely pool over by the new house just waiting to be used. Grabbing a wash cloth, he quickly wiped himself down. There was no need for a full dunk, in his opinion. Definitely no need for soap. That done, he went back up to the fire pit. The coals were still glowing slightly. He poked. . I don't know what to say ... it's like I'm just meeting you for the first time. Are you really my son, and is this all just some kind of elaborate joke?"I had a wicked thought, and I whispered in my slave's ear for a moment. She pulled back and smiled at me. "You are devious, my Master, but I think it will be fun." She kissed me quickly, then moved to my father and wrapped her arms around him, plastering herself tightly to his body. A moment later I saw him give a start and look sharply at. “Miss Gillian Moorhouse, I’m Sir Michael Rahn, welcome to my hospital, I would hope that your next and future visits would be on less grave occasions. Now, please follow me.”He led them along a number of corridors through to Gertie’s private room. Gerry strode in front next to the good doctor, asking about what tests were involved.Jake whispered to Gill, “Michael is my skin doctor that I told you about and he has to check me over a couple of times a year. He’s itching to get his hands on me but.