Frankie is tall and thin, with long black hair and gray eyes. She’s about 19, and appears as if to be a younger version of her mother, Ophelia. Both...their faces a perfect long and rounded shape. Unlike her daughter, Ophelia liked wearing makeup. Lots of makeup. And she looked stunning. Her skin was white as snow, and her lips and eyeshadow as dark as her midnight hair. Her eyebrows were plucked thin, not only to complete her look, but because of how much she liked the feeling of pulling out. I asked her if she would stay naked for me and she laughed again saying I will if you will Peter. It took no time at all and she quickly examined my by now stiff tool, approved, then kissed me and together we went to cook tea. After we had eaten we repaired to her living room and with a brew of tea sat while she told me her story of the brands. She started with the z, the Duke, was due to have her visit, Fred and herself where collected as usual and to the hall they went. As was the usual. “You look so sexy with a cock sliding in and out of your ass baby” she said as she lowered her head and took my cock into her mouth. She sucked me while I rode Paul’s cock. It was surreal to say the least. “What are you doing home already?” I groaned. “Watching my husband get fucked, fulfilling a dream of his and mine.” “What?” I asked. “Shhhh.” she said. “We’ll talk later. Right now I am going to lie on the couch and I want you to eat my pussy while Paul fucks you.” Becky laid on the couch and. It wasn’t. My brother had to stand behind where I seated on the couch, with nowhere for his eyes to go except to my shoulders and down my open tank–top, where my boobs were being lightly jiggled and bounced by the motion of his hands massaging my bare shoulders and back. I don’t know whether my brother was turned on at that point, but I had goose bumps and the skin–on–skin contact was quite sensuous for me, so I guess most guys would be at least a little bit aroused by it?Like I said, my.