Chrisanne pulled back. “If you don’t want me to get pussy juice all over your kitchen counter, you need to show me to your room, now.” But Chris...nne was already moving them back, guiding Iris toward where she guessed the bedroom was. Her guess was good enough, so Iris closed her eyes and enjoyed the feel of that hot mouth on hers, the firm pressure of Chrisanne’s thumbs tilting up her jaw so she could nibble and suck her neck. Iris shivered, then winced when her shoulder hit a doorway. Her eyes. She is the problem. Let me tell you a little about it.“First, because she’s wearing her dress whites, she’s required to wear her medals. You see a gold cross hanging from her neck, shining in the sun. It’s the Gold Cross of Liberty. You have never seen it, because hers is the only one in existence.”He grinned and turned to face Kelly. “Incidentally, Kel, they would like to borrow it to photograph it for the books and manuals on awards. They forgot to do it before it was awarded to you and yours. Caspar realized what was happening and felt his penis grow suddenly. He was ashamed and looked away. Hallah merely put her arms around Caspar’s shoulders and embraced him, her breasts against his chest, his penis touching her stomach. Hallah slipped downwards slowly and gingerly took Caspar’s penis in her small hands. She washed it in the cool water and put her mouth around it. Caspar felt this and his mind went into a state of seeing colors, reds and pinks and blacks surrounded his mind as his. Finally she dropped her chin and gazed up, a Diana look, crooked her finger and beckoned her image to come join her.My Sweet Sister tossed her head and shook her long, straight hair so it flew about her like a ride at the fair. Laughing at herself, she began to unbutton her blouse. A pale blue blouse with pearl-like buttons. The camera angle from her left side was able to see her white bra through the gaps between the buttons. She was not a buxom sixteen-year-old, but her breasts were prominent.