Her embrace was warm and gentle, the tapered tip of her smooth organ working its way past his lips to tease him with slow and placating strokes. He me...ted into her embrace as her tongue drew shapes on his inner cheeks, tickling his palate, painting inside his head with all the practiced skill of an artist’s brush. The perfume that he had smelled earlier now filled his nose, an underlying, heady musk setting his senses ablaze. She moaned softly as she kissed him, the sounds driving his growing. It was only the effects of the staged anaphylactic episode that allowed her to draw a line under that. As you say, it's as if she's been able to give herself a whole new start." That doesn't explain her willingness to undergo this though, does it?" No, not at all. I think that's got to do more with her past before we took her in, if I'm honest. I wonder how well she had been able to accept her sexuality prior to us acquiring her. I think that she is basically highly sexed — all our. Oh, what a night!The next Friday, Betty came home with Carly, Shirley’s sister. I assumed she wanted to join the ‘Priest Club’ although she never gave me a second look before. This time, I was reading ‘The Catcher in The Rye,’ from a new set of books I had gotten from the library, when they walked in together, with Betty saying, “Hi, big brother, whatcha reading?”I showed her the title, and Carly said, “We have that book, but I never read it.”“It’s very good, Carly,” I said. “It’s very well. I loom above you once more, churning inside of you. Zealous thrusts of my hips selfishly coax more and more anxious gasps from you. I feel your bent knees sliding upward and tightening against my torso, guiding my motions. Your fingers dive through my hair and scratch down my back. Every one of your intensifying and brazen actions implore me for more and more. I can think of nothing other than answering your call. Consequences have been left far back down the road we started on the moment we.