“But tell me, was father a fucking Sex Demon!? Huh?!” The smile was a scam.“Well... no, but...”“How many cocks did he have, Mother? Because ...ine has two, and they’re both so big that they drag on the floor despite him being the size of two men. And did you have to uproot your entire life to move with him to a cursed hell where every sensation is heightened a hundredfold and every day feels like two years? Did your wedding dress look like this, Mother? Did it?”Aranel’s point was made by spinning. I felt my boner starting already. Maybe if I sat down it wouldn't be so noticeable.Linda and Julie scooted apart so I could sit between them. This story was called "Peeking At Sister's Tattoo" and it was just dirty. I mean it was dirty in the old timey sense of being a nasty, dirty, spicy story. And it was different than his other stories. It was told different in a jerky kind of style.But it was hot. I mean if you were a dirty, nasty, perverted sister-lover kind of guy, it would have you. He told, “No, I am ok. I have driven more than this, don’t worry.” He was alert for some-time only to continue the dizziness. I was also feeling tired as well as sleepy. We stopped at multiple tea shops.These are rare to be found in the villages which we were passing through. The time was around 1 in the morning. I fell asleep and the driver was also almost asleep. My brother-in-law noticed this and woke both of us up. He told me not to sleep next to the driver.After some controlling, I told. I lowered my head and kissed her beneath her belly button. I tugged her jeans passed her hips but left her panties in place. I kissed her over her panties and breathed in her intoxicating aroma. I could feel her warmth and dampness on my lips. She reached down and removed her panties, and spread her legs as if welcoming me to her sex. Her taste was unlike anything I had ever had before. So sweet and aromatic. Almost had a little spice to it. I licked from her clit down to her dripping wet.