Even when I told my story to your great-great-great-great-great grandmother, Kate, I left that part out to keep thepeace. Only a few people know any o... my real history, and even fewerknow of the problems Artemis and I had. I must insist that you keep thatpart to yourself."The sharp look that accompanied the last sentence provoked a gulp and a"Yes, ma'am."Nicole stood and stretched. "Good. Now I think we'd best wait untillater to continue this story. I need to be ready when the Infirmarycalls,. The pleasure isn't all yours, I assure you!"We laughed together and her wit, charm and sense of humor captivated me. "You are correct Madame, I concede the point! Besides, everyone knows that shared pleasure is twice as nice as pleasure shared only by oneself!"She laughed and glanced over at me again, you could see her mind shifting gears, "Does that mean that pleasure shared between three is three times as good?" she asked whimsically, with a wicked little smile.I laughed, "And four is. The smells of garbage was sweetly sickening and pungent. His hand came down on her smooth white ass cheek with a thunderous clap before mounting her. Kim wanted it rough and he wasn't getting any resistance from her body. Her pussy was so juicy he slid right into place and Kim shivered with delight. This was every itch her sweet husband could never scratch. She wanted the edge, the adrenaline, the complete high she felt owning her inflated sense of ego. She just wanted this simple animal. Almost as soon as my panties cleared my toes Michael’s warm breath was on my vulva and a moment later his lips planted a kiss on my pussy lips. I gasped with pleasure, anticipating something new and wonderful on this day that had already been so unique and amazing. Then my brother’s questing lips pushed up along my folds and found my clit. My sensitive little nub, so packed with nerves, and hardened with my arousal proved the trigger I needed. Michael’s lips brushing, then grasping it, pushed.