“Tell me the concept of your story.”“It’s about a woman’s fantasy to join a swingers club, with her husband. She wants this fantasy of sex a...d raw animal behavior. She wants to make him watch her getting ravaged by another man.”I could tell he was surprised by my outline. “That's very fascinating. Do you have names for your characters?”“Yes, I’m calling the wife, Mistress Contessa, and the husband, Sir Magellan. The man from the swingers club is called, Black Stallion.”“Wow Wendy, that’s good.. Gramma told me there was something she’d wanted to do that she hadn't done for over twenty five years. I pulled my fingers out of her pussy and brought them up to my mouth. Her pussy juice tasted different from what I recalled. "Hmmm, you taste nice and sweet" I said.Gramma replied she read somewhere if you drink fruit juice and eat more fruit it makes your cum taste better. I told her it was true and asked her what she had in mind.Gramma told me. "I want to 69. I want to feel a hard cock in my. She lifted her skirt with her free hand, exposing the wispy, brown pubic hair adorning her tight slit. She gasped, hazel eyes widening as Clint shoved the cherry Popsicle into our little sister's pussy. She squirmed her hips. He broke off the end then held her panties for her to step into. He pulled them up her slim legs slowly while Alicia's teeth chattered, a red bead of juice trickling down her pale, inner thigh, meeting her girlish panties.“I'm so numb down there,” she moaned as Clint. So I went closer to her to comfort her. She was wearing a tight white t shirt and shorts now when I went close to her I hugged her and than when I hugged her I felt her boobs on my chest this gave me an immediate erection.And I started feeling naughty regarding her but. I immediately relaised that she is my sister and I am not supposed to think this way about her I left her and than we sat to have our lunch. The whole day passed away and than after having our dinner planned to go to sleep. I.