Thanks. OK, face each other and start kissing.” We were both starting to get hard again. He had a pierced tongue and the stud in it felt great on...mine. The mere thought of it flicking over the head of my penis sent surges up my rock-hard shaft.“OK, now. George, on the lounger on all fours. Peter, you rim him,” Rachel ordered. I loved being rimmed, so I wanted to do a great job on him. I pulled his big balls back between his legs and rubbed them lightly in anus. I inserted a finger, then. I planted a series of kisses along the inside of her leg, starting from her ankle, and moving upwards. My kisses continued up the inside of her thigh. As I pressed my face between her thighs.We kissed passionately, enjoying the feel of each others’ warm, naked body. Our lips pressed passionately together. She brought her toes to my lips, which I began sucking and licking with relish. With one hand she stroked my shaft. The other hand kneaded my balls until they ached with pleasure, all while I. One person, dedicated to a single goal.We went back to my parents’ for Christmas every year. It was fun - the five of us (six, if Justin brought someone) opening presents, eating turkey. Holiday stuff.Somehow, this annual tradition had wormed its way into our fantasies.“What do you want to give Justin this year?” Emily hissed into my ear.“Everything,” I answered without hesitation.“Be more specific, slut.”“Me. My body. My tits, my ass, my dripping cunt. It’s all for him.”“What else?”“You. I. “I’m not going to like this am I?’ I said. It was clear to me that I was not.“In the best of all possible worlds it will make no difference,” she said. I nodded, but did not respond verbally.“A couple of months ago, your brother showed up here and asked to talk to me. He wanted my help in getting you to rejoin the family was the main reason for his visit,” she said.“And, you say this meeting, if that’s what it was, occurred two months ago?” I said.“Yes, in July,” she said.“And you are just.