She whispered, "Bobby, please make my dream come true."Instead of answering with words, I turned her face to mine and kissed her. I kissed her like a ...irlfriend, not a sister, opening my mouth wide and probing between her lips with my tongue. Hers responded immediately, moving out to meet mine and coiling in swirls and circles around it. She dropped her head to the pillow, and I followed, continuing the kiss even harder. Our mouths were wide open, lips spread against each other, soft and wetly. But the Accountant said his cat could do better. He called his cat and said “Spreadsheet, do your stuff.”Spreadsheet went out to the kitchen and returned with a dozen cookies. He divided them into 4 equal piles of three. Everyone agreed that was good.But the Chemist said his cat could do better. He called his cat and said, “Measure, do your stuff.” Measure got up, walked to the fridge, took out a quart of milk, got a 10 ounce glass from the cupboard and poured exactly 8 ounces without spilling. I didn’t need to nudge her legs open though as she was very eager to spread them herself! She raised her knees once I was between them and my cock slid into her with an ease that made me feel that that was where it was destined to go. Again, Stephen repositioned himself behind me, sucking my balls and licking my ass while I made myself comfortable. I looked back at him.“You may be in the way a bit there mate.” I said. Beverley looked down at him and glared.“Fucking move you fag!” She scowled,. “I wonder if it is a vibrator too.” I asked myself in my mind.I heard the bathroom door and diverted my eyes to a picture of Viv and her parents hanging above the bed. As the door opened I turned to look at her standing in the door with the bright light of the bathroom silhouetting her figure through a somewhat sheer silky lavender slip. The slip did nothing to hide the shape of her slender thighs and the outline of the juncture of her legs.“I wanted to get comfortable,” Viv said as she made.