" Yes. Marriage of Figaro. I read something very critical of the production; then I read something that said art dies if it's not updated." I wonder w...at they've done." You'll find out in a few days. Do you know anything about Moroccan myths?" No, why?" I read about a wonderful one. It's 'The Birth of the Sahara' – the desert. It seems that many years ago all the area was a garden. But, because every time a lie was told a grain of sand was created, nearly all has been covered. The oases that. Maybe I was just too horny after today’s incident.It was now night time, everyone retired to their own bedroom at around midnight. And guess what? Another power-cut. The house was completely silent again, not a single sound. I got up to open up my windows and my door so that there was some cross ventilation and I don’t have to die in my own sweat.To my surprise, again, for the second time today, I was hearing the moans. God knows what had gotten into my father. I was pretty sure I wouldn’t see. It was a summer's evening, July i remember well :-P, i'm heading toward the lunch-room for the dinner, my sister is sitting at the table and she wears a tunic for the house and i see her from behind and, given the backrest of the chair was at half, i can see from behind her, and i see her beautiful ass tight inside that tunic, i don't know what kind and what size of panties she had because the tunic was of dark color blue blue-night :-P but anyway her buttocks they sink for well on the chair. When I finished, I rolled off her and lay alongside while the others looked on. But then Lucy did something I would never have guessed of her. She got between Cathy’s open legs and started to clean out her fanny. “Hmmm delicious” she said “you’re cum Cathy and your spunk hub’s” and she buried her head in Cathy again. Cathy threw herself back letting her legs drift right open. Lucy started to Lick and flick Cathy’s clitoris with her tong, gently stretching open the pink flesh around the little.