‘Evening sergeant,’ the potman greeted him. ‘Bruno, Benny, call me Bruno.’ ‘Sorry, force of habit. Been playing? See you ain’t got your gu...tar with you.’ ‘Yes, I sat in with Tubby Hayes and Victor Feldman at the Flamingo, but I borrowed Patch’s old Epiphone – it’s almost as good as my Gibson. Pint of Mann’s IPA., please, and whatever you’re having.’ ‘Thanks Bruno, I’ll take a half and drink it later.’ ‘Anybody in this early?’ ‘Mystery over in the corner’s worth a once-over.’ The bear-like man. She can’t be hotter than me of course.” “No one’s hotter than you.” I socked him again for being corny. This time he threw my pillow to the other side of the room. “Do you know Angie Rourke?” I did, but not well. She was a skinny Irish chick with coppery hair and freckles. I knew she ran cross country, her but looked good in track shorts, but I didn’t think I’d ever spoken to her. Brian couldn’t have picked two girls more opposite physically if he’d tried. Maybe he had.“I might be up for that,”. With a slow, outward motion, he drew the flushed round crest apart and exposed the pinkly cowering flesh of her defenseless pussy-slit to the mercy of his gaze. He stared at it greedily for a moment - and then he dropped his face and buried the full length of his tongue snake-like into the warmly throbbing walls of her vagina.Suzie jerked, a soul-searing moan escaping from her constricted lungs. Her buttocks ground down into the cabin floor, trying to escape the maddening assault on her. There was no way I could give up sliding into my mom's pussy. It was such an amazing treat to enter the very cunt that had birthed me and spill my seed in her. But Jamie was delicious, too. My sister... She was cute and adorable.And we shared coming out of Mom's snatch. I knelt behind Mom, my cock pressing on her ass as I leaned over her, grabbed a fistful of her black hair, and pushed her head down towards my sister's pussy. She whimpered as I did, but she didn't fight me.Maybe she felt that.