I slip my fingers into my panties, unable to resist touching any longer. The added sweet sensations heighten my arousal almost to breaking point."No, ...o, not yet!" I sigh quietly, shifting my attention back to the hard, pert pearls in my lacy bra.Wendy's bum, meanwhile, is enthusiastically grinding into my sister's face lying beneath. Her dark pink rosebud winking at me - taunting, beckoning, teasing - as her playmate dives an expert tongue into its shaven neighbour. I can literally smell her. How close where you to doing something on two lads? I asked Very close, she replied, if we'd had more time I would have got naked and gone over to the radio guys. She lent back on the sofa and opened her legs and slowly worked her fingers around her lips. I would have pulled ones pants down and started sucking on him and got the other to join him and you as well, with your dicks out and taken turns sucking on them till you all came and I'd of swallowed the lot, then I'd work you all hard again,. Between gasps, I mumbled that if he continued, I might puke.“That’s the whole idea, Dillon. Emetophilia is what turns me on the most. Now stop acting like a baby, and take my retch rod all the way down your fuckin’ throat,” he demanded.I was flustered and became mildly panicky.“Dillon, you are no good to me unless you throw up, that’s what emetophilia means, and that’s what turns me on.”With tears and bile flowing from me, Gregor’s plunger went in search of its quarry. “I won’t let you choke to. " I told Wilson, when I called him. "If they were laying a false trail the cell phone should be here as well as the photos. If he was running, he took his phone but didn't call his dad for help. He took the photos, because for some reason he didn't plan to come back. It really makes no sense. The Marshals would never let him carry the cell phone. What did you get on the trace." The phone has been disabled. Either temporarily or permanently," he said. "Somebody tossed it in the river, but why.