Where one finished and the next began became meaningless as they become a single state of being, seconds stretched to minutes and minutes multiples th...re-of. She came back to me them, rebooted if you like, coming around as if after a faint, all quiet murmurs, soft touches, slow, long kisses which worked from my mouth down my chest, over my stomach to my rock-hard cock. The difference between, this blow job and the previous night’s, dear reader? Well, this one was a gift for me, her showing her. “Well done, Nell!” said Toby. “I was pushing you.”“Dead right, little brother. You didn’t half take it at a lick.”“It is presto agitato.”“More like prestissimo agitato the way you went at it.”“Very well done then.”“Thank you, kind sir, and now let’s go and see where Mum’s got to with supper. I’m getting a bit peckish.”Their mother, Vanessa, greeted them.“Hi, you two! Would you both lay the table? You took that at a pretty good lick.”“Dead right!” answered Nell wiping her forehead.“Actually,. .and ran my finger down to her thong...I rubbed her pussy just over her thong..as she reached down and led my hand to slide inside her pussy....and wow was her pussy dripping wet now...so as I was suckin her tits.. I also fingered her..she came right away too...I knew had this slut right where I wanted cus she has not been getting any sex or hardly any....so I told her to lay back on those leather seats...so I could taste that pussy..I told her to take that thong off....and she slowly raised a. His body was completely still save for the blue eyes entranced by my body, and they followed my every movement hungrily. I reminded him with a quizzical eye raise of his own clothes. Snapping to life, Marco scrambled out of his shirt and open pants. He sat naked in the recliner with greedy arms reaching out for me. Now I was entranced by him. His dressy clothes had hidden a lean tanned body. He was meticulously shaven but for his head, and that included his bare shaft. I drank it in, seeing his.