At first it is an emotional kiss, then more passionate. Their lips meet, their tongues tango, their saliva exchanges, with a flavor of bitterness and ...weetness left by the mix of her juice and cognac, tasting just like sex. I must have drunk too much tonight. He tries to explain his rare behavior to himself, while enjoying this exotic taste. By the time their lips parts again, her hands can hardly support her anymore due to the awkward position, but her heart is full of joy. With a big. “Gato del Sol?” she offered. “It’s nice and sunny today, we can sit outside.” I couldn’t help but have a distinct ‘scene of the crime’ feeling about Gato, since that’s where her idea of inviting a man into her sex life was first presented to me. But on the other hand, she seemed to have waken up happy for the first time in who knows how long, and I’m never a morning person. I agreed to the venue and trudged into the shower, where she delivered my coffee about three minutes later. If it were. She continues rubbing her finger through her slit and when she pulls her fingers away they’re wet with my juice. She puts her fingers in her mouth and sucks on them. She moves over to her bed and I try to adjust my position in the tree to get a better view. I reach for a branch that isn’t there and fall. As I fall a stump of a branch hits me in my hip and I smack my head on another branch. When I wake up I’m on my back looking up at my mother and my sister who's wearing her robe. She is. She stared them out as she stuck her tongue into the eye at the end of his cock and cleaned the precum from the hole. She could see their arms moving and knew they were wanking at the sight of her stroking Bob’s cock. Glancing back over her shoulder she saw the men behind her were also jerking off at the sight of her spread pussy lips with Bob’s fingers sliding in and out and she knew those lips would be glistening with her juices in the moonlight. Then Bob reached between the front seats to.