But she was giggling as well, so at least she was only embarrassed, not morbidly embarrassed. “Shush, you wench!” I mockingly called back to Holly... “Thou not be so saucy because thy own knave knoweth not enough to pluck thy ripe peach from it’s rightful place and taste of it’s own sweet juices for thyself.”I was actually rather proud of that line, and apparently Linda was too because she gave me a mighty kiss for having delivered it. Looking back saw an obviously blushing Keith in the back,. . but there was nothing, just the faint expiration of breath from her lips. Thinking she was deep in a dream, he became bolder and, with the fingertips of both hands, reached down to peel back the sheet and light continental quilt which covered his sister as she slept.He had to stand to take back the bedclothes, and did it slowly so as not to wake her ... and also to heighten his visual pleasure as he took in the sight of her body, up close this time. Her flat belly was exposed at first, then. Finally I stopped cumming, but Mrs T was in a demented state. She was frigging herself. She put her face on my lap, sniffing, licking and sucking my cum off the skirt, then off my blouse and my face. She was frantic, like an animal and finally she jumped on the bed and crouching over me, lowered her cunt onto my chiffon clad knees where she finally frigged herself off panting and moaning. Finally she lay beside me and relaxed, with a sigh. Then she fell asleep in my arms, but not before finding. “Alan, I also have to tell you something,” she said.“Do you remember when I was talking about how bad it was with Mom for so many years, and how I was thinking about killing myself when I was 13?” she asked.“Yes,” I answered.“I didn’t just ‘think’ about it,” she said, “I swallowed a whole bottle of my Dad’s pain pills.”When Tom came home from running with Sara, they found Mindy comatose on the floor and dialed 911.She was barely alive. They pumped her stomach, and she survived, but it was touch.