I did.About an hour after they had left Emily and Shane returned.He was carrying a holdall.'Take this sissy and open it,' he said. I dried my handsand...took the bag from him. Slowly I opened it. My headspan. The contents were the clothes that the boy's sisterhad been wearing the night I saw her.'I told my sister what you said and she agreed that itwould be right for you to wear these, she said that you cankeep them, she has grown out of them, oh and she say sorrythat the panties and tights. She may have been a priestess before she was burned at the stake, and I did believe her claim that we were Mark Glassner's children.We had his appetite.I should join Queenie and lick the tip of Rex's cock, my subconscious whispered. He would love it.My subconscious always had the best ideas.I slid down my brother's chest, planting kisses the entire way until I reached Queenie's pillowy tits. I nipped her nipple, loving the squeal from my wife's lips. Rex's dick emerged from Queenie's wonderful. The fingers pulled out of her dripping pussy & she responded to the hands either side of her hips pulling her up onto all fours; her glistening lips inviting what was going to happen next.She moaned loudly as the first thrust of cock entered her body. Hands pushed down on her back & each stoke went deeper & deeper. Her hips held either side guiding her forward & back – each time more strongly until the cock was inside her up to its hilt. She shouted out as she felt it hit the pit of her stomach. It was a posture that more often than not, preceded one of her one-way discussions. Sure enough, as soon as she saw me looking, she started.“Tell me I just didn’t hear you make a date with your wife’s lawyer.”This time, I fired right back.“Tell me you weren’t listening in on my private conversation.”She spread her arms at waist level and shrugged.“I was eavesdropping, it’s part of my job description under the ‘keep your boss from doing something stupid’ section. Now answer the question,” she.