Once her eyes had adjusted to the dim lighting, she could just make out an odd shape half buried in the sand. A large red crystal that glowed with its...own inner light, surrounded by a ten-pointed star resting quietly after a long day of doing whatever it was that starmie did in their spare time."See your anything else anywhere?" Miranda inquired, keeping her voice low as not to break the spell the quiet dimness seemed to cast over the area.Misty shook her head, leaning forward and taking a few. She’d slid in alongside him….. The screech of the kettle’s whistle broke her train of thought. Filling the coffee-pot, she finished assembling the tray. The curve of the stairs called for concentration and care, so she was unable to resume her reminiscence. The bedroom had warmed nicely, so she placed the tray on the dressing table, before adjusting the heat of the stove. She put the coffee pot on top of it, to stay warm. Patrick still seemed sound asleep. It gave her the chance to check her. Carl: ‘Anything strike you as odd?’ Candy: ‘Sure, they gave you a different questionnaire than me, yours asks in every way but directly if you ever had a ‘go’ at your mum, or wanted to. It also asked you if you had a daughter or if you did, would you have a go at her. You can’t get odder than that.’ Carl: ‘Well there is something that both our questionnaires kept asking, if you didn’t notice. They kept asking if you are healthy, any diagnosed illness, any history of heart problems…I wonder what. The louder I moaned the more she sucked and licked at my clit. I was almost about to cum again when she pulled away from my clit and moved down, shoving her tongue inside me as far as she could. She lapped at my pussy, taking in my juices and her brothers cum. She reached up and began to rub my clit as well. It was such an amazing feeling having her tongue inside of me and she worked my clit so well. “Oh fuck Carrie,” I cried out as my hips buck up against her mouth. “I am going to cum, please.