“OPEN THE DOOR. WE HAVE TO GO!” the urgent shouts continued. “WE’LL BREAK THIS DOOR DOWN IF WE HAVE TO!” “They cannot get in,” the genie...calmly assured her and she smiled back at him then pulled his head down to her breasts. He obliged her by fluttering his tongue like the wings of a moth across the hard nub of her tit then sucking the nipple into his mouth. He played with her breasts like this, switching back and forth between the two, while using his nimble fingers to pleasure her below. When. If only things could have stayed like that between us; I could have lived with that.Since then we’d been initiated into the bizarre sexual ways of Iris Carlton-Hawes. I can begin to see that we have both been coaxed into doing things with Iris that are simply obscene; such as Guy being the base of a naked pyramid; his mouth straddled by Iris, his cock straddled by me; Iris and I French kissing in the middle. But we did all come together; that was really something.I also witnessed Guy being. Seeing this no-one dared speak but I did notice that my mother was getting a bit fidgety. In fact her eyes were staring directly at my crotch and did I see just how erect her nipples had become as they pushed against the cardigan she’d got on. “It’s a bit warm in here,” she deliberately moaned while standing up and walking to the door. “I think I need to go and change.” “Are you coming back?” “Maybe,” she smiled before disappearing from sight and as I listened she went up the stairs making a. Her fingers brush it, then jerks away as if burned. "So hot," she mutters. They come up again and encircle it. Working slowly, deliberately, Roxy massages my erect organ, as if studying each swollen ridge and pulsing vein. Her breath, heavy and moist, tickles the engorged head that is inches away from the lips I've wanted around it for so long.I reach down and run my fingers through the chocolate brown tresses that cascade around her face. My cousin looks up at me sheepishly through her bangs.