There were weapons – old and rusty, for the most part – a few swords, some daggers, and a shield; there were a few small, ornately carved boxes; t...ere was a small collection of utensils that looked to be genuine silver, if the tarnish was anything to go by, as well as a beautiful silver teapot; there was a plate, which I'd guess had been hand painted by an artist of renown, as the work was beautiful, if faded from age; there was a lute and a set of pan pipes; on one shelf, there was even what. Over and over she felt Abby’s tongue dart in and taste her sex, her rosebud mouth pursing over Izzy’s clit and sucking just for variety. She could see Abby’s looking up at her, and she smiled through the haze of arousal, ashamed slightly that she was giving in this easy to her needs. Alex and his prick was one thing, this was just plain arousal, any port in the storm, so to speak.Gwen was so overwhelmed by the intensity of feeling Alex’s prick for the first time, combined with the heady aroma. Today she certainly seemed conscious of the response she was causing. And her reaction to my response certainly wasn't innocent.It's strange; I have no recollection at all of Kendall on that day. I know he was there. I presume most of my conversation was with him. But what I remember is Karen. That first moment at the door. And one moment later in the afternoon. It seemed frozen in time even then. She was serving drinks, and when she placed my drink on the coffee table in front of me, she. ? I found my cock was tingling with the thought.? I made my mind go to other thought so I would not get an erection.? Finally Jayne came down.? ? ? ?She was wearing a long silken robe.? I noticed that she was wearing black high heel pumps.? I wondered about this, but before I could ask her why she wore them, Megan came into the room.. She too was wearing a silken lunging robe.? Incidentally, this is the usual dress for the Chandler family in the evenings.? We like to be comfortable.? We all sat.