He pulled back marginally and trailed his fingers up the inside of her thighs spreading her lips, exposing the moist pinkness within before slipping a...finger, then two, into her as she whimpered with delight.I stood there, silent as a church mouse, my body had become a total confusion of drink induced emotions, a feeling of disgust and revulsion boiled just below the surface, yet the sight of seeing my daughter spread-legged as my son drank with enthusiasm from her held me spellbound with a. I'm horny tonight. I want you now!" I reached for her and pulled her into my arms. She landed with her steamy pussy wedged against my erection. Both of us sighed. "Don't be so impatient." Mary giggled. "I'm not waiting!" I reached for my sister's breasts and began to fondle them through her nightie. Her nipples immediately responded by throbbing. "It's too late to go looking for Susan at this hour. Besides she might turn me down." . She hoped that at least some of them enjoyed their passionate love-making in the gym late at night, in the school showers or in the tiny study behind the Sex Education Laboratory. She enjoyed running her hands and tongue over their small or sometimes unformed breasts. She loved to pull down their knickers and skirt – often leaving the socks and shoes on, even though she was always totally naked – and apply her fingers and tongue to their lower orifices. She loved it when they rubbed their. And some of these feelings weren’t the ‘just casual’ type. Her fingers outlined the corners of the note card as she sat on the bed. Her recollections of last Monday night sweetened since she found it attached to the elegantly wrapped box. The white satin ribbon around it became another treasured memento she kept stored in the night table. The gift inside the box—like the words on the note—was simple, provocative and carefully chosen to stir her, to remind her of their first time. A little, red.