Increasingly frantic calls from Kate to Sally had yielded no information at all and Kate was sure that Sally, for all her professional aplomb, was wor...ied too. Kate sat at her desk and mulled over the problem of the bank statement. The best that she could come up with was a hitherto unsuspected brother; she shook her head at this absurdity, but could think of nothing better. Her reverie was interrupted by a knock on her office door."Kate, there's a messenger with a package." Can't you handle. I felt the bed move and heard it creak. I wanted to open one eye and spy what my stepsister was doing next, but I didn’t dare. A little gasp escaped my mouth when I felt the wetness of a tongue.O sweet goddess of Mount Olympus! Lick it, lick it, I wanted to cheer.And she did. I felt a long lick and heard the smacking sound of a peck. Another long, long lick and another, loving kiss.I hoped she didn’t see me smiling.More kisses up and down the shaft of my delighted cock. With her sweet hand. “Now how many strokes would you like, Emma?” I asked. “And how is the figging going?” “The figging is going very well, Sir, for me a very pleasant burning sensation. And you were right about the buttock clenching. When I do this,” and she clenched her buttocks until they were tight, “the burning increases in intensity.” She unclenched her cheeks. “But I think that I’m soon going to feel a much more intense burning on the outside of my bottom. Can we start with twelve of the very best, Sir? And. As she did the back of her hand got closer and closer to my now hard cock and then it happened, she pressed against it. She looked up at me and with a sly old grin she whispered, “these old boys do the same for me, being horny is part of life, fuck em if they don’t understand.”I knew I was blushing but she continued showing me the album. Sam carried a chair in the room and slammed it down hitting my foot with the leg and said, “woops,” and I got up to walk it off and he took my place. I knew he.