Our parents were French immigrants, we grew up speaking English and French and were a very kissy family. It was natural that my sister would give me a...peck on the lips or cheek when I dropped her off.I knew that she loved me as a friend, she shared so many smiles with me in school or when we went out. The summer after she had graduated highschool and I was going into my second year of university my parents were going to spend the summer back with my grandparents in France. Heather and I wanted. . What, the Occult Shoppe? That was new and it sounded interesting. His headache was no longer roaring in his ears, so he got dressed and started down to the street.Chapter Three - a new twistBruce Babcock neatly dodged a panel truck as he jaywalked across Elm Street. He crossed opposite the shoe repair and sauntered down the sidewalk to the Occult Shoppe. The door was no indication of anything out of the ordinary, so he opened the door slowly and entered. He saw what he had expected, almost.. She got down on her knees and began to slowly stroke my cock with both hands. Amber and Krystal followed, and now all 3 had their hands around my engorged cock. Stroking slowly, twisting as they pumped up and down.They tugged for a few minutes, then Amber spit on my shaft to get it wet. She then licked the head and motioned for Rachel and Krystal to do the same. Rachel was the first to try and fit my cock in her mouth, and as it slid past her hot moist lips, it stretched her mouth wide. She. I was just lucky that she’d wanted this for so long that, when it finally happened, it exceeded her expectations nicely and she came hard, squealing and gasping and yelling just before I erupted into that ultra thin condom.I have to say it really did feel like there wasn’t anything between us.Of course that could be because, when I pulled out, there was a two inch split in the thing and only the lower third of my penis was shrouded in anything at all. Her pussy wept pearly cum as we both stared.