I looked up. Her face was contorted in pleasure, she was clenching the bedspread. Her pelvis was thrusting. I knew she was seconds from a thunderous o...gasm. My tongue licked up her open slit and hovered over her clit. My tongue lightly touched it. OH MY GOD!¨she cried. I took her clit into my mouth and sucked it. She exploded in orgasm. ¨OH FUUUUUUCK, I´M CUMMMMMING!¨ Her pussy spasmed and she squirted in my mouth. I lapped up every drop. I continued to kiss her thick lips as she came down from. It's my little sister that's the fan." Oh." God, Arabella, You sounded disappointed."Natalie's obsessed. She tried to get me to read it. That's when I saw your photo on the back cover. But the blurb didn't grab me." then brightening, "Your photo made an impression, though."Now she wears a self-satisfied smile: uniform white teeth that fill a doll mouth beneath lips like the darkest over-ripe fruit. I touch my throat and imagine the tacky residue her kisses might leave, the blackest, dull ache. (Before anyone brings it up, I Know my phrasing is not proper but it is the way she taught it to me and that makes it OUR special phrase.) About this time our daughter had other ideas. Sliding between us she looked up at us with her long brown hair and startling blue eyes and demanded ‘Presents!’. We laughed as I scooped her up into a three-way hug and told her that presents came after breakfast. We finished up cooking the scrambled eggs and settled down to eat them. Watching my wife serve up. "I'd purchased a journey here by crafting a music box. Perhaps musical instruments?" At the shake of the daughter's head, he gave a short smile, and then tried, "Glass? A device to look over far distances? Navigational aids? Mapmaking equipment?" All were met with a frown and a slight smile from the daughter."Calculating machines? Looms?" Esfalan was running out of ideas that didn't involve iron or steel. He shrugged, and waited."Knowledge, sir Elf," she said clearly. "Knowledge to do all these.