But not just a kiss – I licked it, running my tongue up and down its length, taking first the head in my mouth, then circling it with my tongue. I f...lt my son's fingers stroking my freshly shaved skin and then penetrating me, pushing into my vagina, and then I started to suck him in earnest, rubbing him with one hand and fondling his balls with the other, my head rising and falling over him, using my lips, my tongue, sucking him, kissing him ...My son's fingers explored me, and I felt him. EVER!”“Cross my heart,” I crossed myself. “We’re Sisters, right?”She nodded.“Sisters!”*I went downstairs feeling guilty as well as queasy and made us both mugs of strong black coffee. Then the two of us cleaned away every last trace of our nocturnal visitors from the house before getting bathed and dressed.There were small bruises on my hips and buttocks, my vulva was red raw and the hot soapy water stung me badly as I stepped into the bath but it was a discomfort I was happy to bear.Johnny was. Hefelt everything as he walked, especially the breeze playing with hislegs, causing as much of an erection as his gaff would allow, giving alie to how much he was in dread.The identical houses were set quite a long way apart but the hundredmetres or so, actually seemed more like a thousand before heeventually got close to his destination. Of their two footpaths hetook the nearer one that, like his, led to the side of the house andthus to the back door. On the one hand he would be relieved to. Gemma' s legs started to tremble and couldn't hold my head so tight, so I was able to slip both hands under her bum and spread her full dark lips apart with my thumbs."Gosh, you ARE pink inside" I gasped, and chewed her clit."Of course, you idiot" snarled Gemma "Molly said you were good with your fists, now get one inside".I bunched up my fingers, just like Molly had shown me, and pushed slowly into Gemma's cunt; she seemed to hold her breath until I got past the knuckles, then groaned. Gently.