"God," he sighed on the exhale, "your sweet little pussy smells so fucking good."Now his mouth went to work on her in earnest, licking, and sucking he... wet gash.He slid his hand from her belly, and back between her legs, now using the fingers of both hands to pull aside her velvet shroud, exposing even more of her pink, swollen flesh to his greedy tongue.She wept in fear, and moaned with pleasure.'No, no, this is wrong.' she shouted at herself, as her hips gently bucked, and rolled to the tune. It was a mistake to think about his sister and sex. Patrick still needed to pee, but his dick transitioned into full morning wood mode. Indecisive, Patrick stood in the hall. Should he still try the washroom? Should he wait until later? Maybe tug it back down?Sally’s door opened and out stepped the blurry shadow of his sister. Patrick hadn’t put his glasses on, but he could tell it was her. She closed the door after her and gave a start when she saw Patrick standing in the hall.“Wow, super. Jesus, what a sensation! I happily ate Hem out as Unnati fucked me hard with the popsicle and strummed my little clit. Hem bucked beneath me, and I knew she was close, but the popsicle in my hand had melted to nothing. With a growl of determination, I tossed the stick aside and replaced it with my fingers, slipping into her drenched insides with little resistance. I pumped into her hard, fast, my mouth locking around her clit. She gasped and wriggled, then writhed, and finally humped my hand. Tractors were still being produced; Doug wanted at least 20 for use by the traders. Travel was only going to become more difficult as the cold weather worsened, so he wanted backup units to use if rescue attempts became necessary. With this many tractors, they could send at least two with each expedition and greatly increase the safety margin.Charles also suggested that every trader carry along several firecrackers, just in case he had to make a point like Charles had done at the meteor crater..