I moved my hips, breaking the seal which had formed from Roz's lubricant as it had dried, gluing us together through the night, and began, slowly and ...ently, to prod her – half an inch, an inch, a couple of inches - stimulating her to produce fresh lubricant.She opened her eyes."Morning, Uncle Dan," she said sleepily. "Mmm, that feels good. Fuck me, Uncle Dan." I am," I whispered.I felt her let down fresh juice and the movement of my cock instantly became easier. I rolled us so that I was on. ” I said, taking a few hard, ragged breaths. I looked him in the eyes, my cheeks flushed. “Well, of course I have.”The other guys all cheered and Steve smirked. The ice was now broken. It seemed like every dare after that involved touching me in some sexual way. My tender nipples were red and swollen, and my cock was raging and aching for relief.In the second round, Steve chose dare and someone dared him to kiss me. I was worried about what that would mean, but he barely gave me time to think. I stood there watching and listening to Carol's moans and I was even more turned on, aching so much in my cunt that I leaned down and kissed Carol passionately, rose up and stood in front of her, managed to straddle her legs and with my hot, wet pussy inches from her face, grabbed hold of her hair, "Suck my cunt you fucking whore" I demanded as I pressed her face into my pussy. Carol obeyed and began licking and sucking my cunt, sending spasms of pleasure through my body. I couldn't contain. "From perplexed to very worried in the space of a sentence as Michael followed along behind to the room. He had not been into this room before, in fact, he had only been to the bathroom and the kitchen other than the study room, which he was very familiar each week at this time. It was a laundry room with a door at one end out into the garden. Michael noticed as the door was shut behind him. Then he suddenly saw as he looked at the back of the door what hung from the coat hook. There right in.