Stripping off my unbuttoned shirt, I sat on the other end of the couch and faced them. I had lifted and placed my sister's left leg so I was more or l...ss between her ankles. "Now just relax," I told her. "I'll try not to tickle you."I lifted her left foot to my mouth and started kissing inside the arch. She stifled a giggle, so I used more pressure. I slowly worked my way up to her ankle, licking and kissing and nibbling her soft skin. As I started down the calf of her leg, she spoke up."Oh,. Theyalso think you have the best ass they've ever seen. I agree."Stacey beamed with narcissistic pride. And rewarded Mr. Biggenstiff'scompliment with a long, tonguey kiss. Until Mr. Biggenstiff stopped itso they wouldn't die of starvation.Man and boy ate plates of red meat and veggies. Kissing now and thenwhen their ardor overwhelmed them. But no cock-fondling. Which meantthat when dinner was over, both were in quite a state.Not so much of a state that Stacey would deny the other diners a. Staring harshly at me, and still holding me in a vice like grip, he wagged a finger at me and said, ‘You must never but never, disagree with your husband, or ever say NO. That word does not exist for you.’ And I lowered my eyes submissively. And out we went. I expected to be told to walk a few paces behind him but he was modern enough not to demand that! It must be said that a few people did stare but then I thought that this part of Berlin had no visible Turkish community - that was to the. “Who Is it?” I groaned as Amara won her fight with my jeans and wrapped her warm hands around my cock.“Steve and Ellen? Older couple,” she replied, slightly confused at their connection to me.“Pip’s parents. I should probably see what they want”.Amara slipped off my lap and kissed the tip of my cock.“Hurry back,” she husked.Fighting the urge to let my visitors wait, I pulled my trousers up, struggling to hide my raging erection, and headed downstairs.Steve and Ellen were both waiting for me in.