This sounds more confusing than it really is for, you see, she is one of my father's wives, my birth mother.As is custom, neither I nor any of my ten ...rothers and sisters know who their actual birth mother is. Certainly we guess and in some cases we know who it isn't, but there is never an open acknowledgement of which child came from which womb, at least to the child. I'm not sure why this is done but it is the custom and we adhere to it.Certainly we all think about it. In fact it is a matter. Even the 3 London boys stepped back but Angela’s legs only closed a little at first. It was only a couple of minutes before Angela put her hand to her pussy and pulled out the tongs then sat up and looked at them and the bat. She laughed a little and Dennis was sure that he heard her say, “I must remember those.”Jennifer was really in organising mode and soon Lucy was on the table with a boy’s hands working on her chest.Mike’s efforts on Angela were copied by all the boys, even the London ones. Apart from other things I also found a hump of books, diaries, and notes in the treasure which contained classic, Age-old, Erotic books, Novels, and Magazines probably collected by my Ancestors. They are all timeless and precious. They are a must-read for all erotica lovers.2. The Original Authors of these Stories/Letters or Articles are long dead or Anonymous.3. Out of the aforesaid collection, presenting an amazing account which was first published 1874, of a sexually omnivorous photographer. "This encouragement lit my fire. I began to kiss her pussy and I used my fingers and I licked her clit. Her voice was low but it was enough to feed my lust. Sometimes I stopped and I touched her with my tongue as I almost devoured her wonderful sex with my eyes. I soaked up her pussy and when I licked her clit and stroked her pussy, with my fingers as she reached her first orgasm. Soon she came for the second time in just a few minutes. Her whole body mildly writhing and her face and eyes were.