"All the women applauded."Again, it was decided generations ago, that the first stage will be carried out not by direct relatives, meaning your mother...and sisters, but by your aunts and uncles, indirect relatives if you will. The second stage though, is carried out by your mother and sisters."Dad remained quiet, letting the new information sink into my head. When it finally registered I suddenly lifted my head and my eyes opened big.Everybody around me started laughing at my expression."You. “Let’s start with senior worship”, Archana said.“What’s that?”“We will teach you. Kneel down”, Deepa said. It sounded more like an order to me.However, I decided to play along. I knelt down. Both Archana and Deepa sat on the bed and asked me to walk towards them on my knees.“Bend down and kiss our feet”, Deepa said.For some reason, I did not object. Maybe I liked kissing feet. Or maybe I liked what was happening. I must say, I was aroused a bit. So, I bent down and kissed their feet, and looked. She was even wetter than when I left her earlier and a touch more saltier. She squeezed my boobs because Tim was holding my legs apart and thrusting hard into me. I could feel another orgasm rising and when Sandra leant forward and gave my clitty a rub I nearly bucked the two of them off the stage. God it was intense. I had never had such an almighty powerful orgasm. My pussy was slippery with cunt juice as I felt Tim's cock become tighter due to my contractions. Sandra hopped off and moved. “What does it feel like?”“It feels nice,” admitted June. It had been a while, now she was being so graphically reminded.“Though you are taller of course,” Lara cuddled the cock against her warm, fine skin.“That’s true. I daresay it’s more of a match with five-ten than than five foot four,” said June, feeling a remnant of her duty to try and deter her sperm-splattered daughter from further depravity.“And a half,” argued Lara. “I am young though, aren’t I, Uncle Freddie?” she smiled naughtily up.