Just five words. And what she whispers is this: “It’s just one night, hen.”The sun sets. The bedroom is dark and the night has come. I twist in ...he sheets, trying to make myself comfortable. My hair and body are wet. Was I in the bath? Or did I imagine it? The mirror is still above me but now the glass is frosted. The tingling warmth in my lower body is growing stronger. I kick back the damp sheets. I stroke my nipples: I circle each areola, gently pinch each teat. Then I can bear it no longer. By then I was down to nine, seven in the ears. Check all my photos. My hair may cover the earrings, but there will always be discrete studs in the left eyebrow and right nostril. I liked the one in the eyebrow. Reasons for keeping one in my nose are more obscure. For that matter, I could not explain why my left ear kept two, but the right ear kept five. That was the sort of thing I was pondering when the exit to Hanover came up. In a heartbeat, my thoughts jumped to all the feminists, lesbians. She moved her tongue around on the head of it, and she made swallowing sounds and motions. I had never expected a blow job from my sister, ever, and this was one hell of a thrilling surprise.She moved her mouth upward on it, keeping her tongue moving around it the whole time. Then, she suddenly popped it out of her mouth, making a slurping noise with her lips. She let go of it, and it jumped up and slapped my belly, making a little trail of sticky pre-cum and saliva wherever it touched my. Julie was moaning loud and grinding her pussy into my mouth and her ass into my hand. Her juices were coating my face and I was having a hard time breathing, but I just let her ride it out and did my best to continue the stimulation on her clit. Julie was coming down from her orgasm when I felt Tiffany start to crawl up my body. Once she got all the way up I could feel her large breasts pressed against my chest and her pubic bone, still covered by her boxer shorts, slowly rubbing on my rock.