Slowly moving downward to the warmth of the bare mounds awaiting our fingers. We both slide our fingers along the slick folds of our slits, pushing li...tle by little deeper into the awaiting honey pot.Our kiss becomes more passionate, the lust we feel for one another is overwhelming and we thrust our fingers deep in into each other's honey pot.Simultaneously we gasp and moan as we kiss. Heather takes her other hand and rolls my nipple between her middle and forefingers. I gasp at the feeling as. There was no one else.“Wait here!” She asked. Then she put on her white stocking mask and pulled up the hood. She stepped inside the circle of stairs pulled at a cord and bell rang somewhere, then she sat down on one of the chairs.From the deep darkness of the room behind the chairs a person in a dark red cloak appeared stepped in the middle pulled the cord and sat down in a chair across Astrid. Two more appeared the same and one after the other rang the bell and sat down.The others wore dark. . let me look at the menu.”She browsed the menu for a while, finally deciding on ravioli with a side of eggplant parmesan. I ordered the penne chicken and a pint of beer. She rustled around in her purse for a while, and we began to talk.*****Damn.... It’s not in here. I must have left my Lactaid pills at home. Oh, well. I may be a bit bloated until we get back to my place, but then I’ll be let my gas out. I can’t wait to get this boy home and stick his face under my ass and let ‘em rip! I. Part of me still hopes that she’ll especially get to lure Dad into some kind of incestuous affair. After all, she’d never try to keep Mum away from Dad or vice versa, and once she broke him down, it would be easier for me to climb into bed with him. Maybe we shan’t need a stepmum, after all. Maybe we shall. Naturally, Julia shan’t lose interest in you. That’s at least three women for you, right there. Maybe more, if I can lure Angela into bed with you. Not even counting the possible stepmum. Do.