A nervous joy was flowing through me as her mouth went over my stomach slowly, then found my pubic hair. She was on the floor now with her head bet...een my legs. I rubber her hair with one hand, then fondled my breasts with the other. She kissed the inside of my thighs, then began kissing my vagina, darting her tongue in and out. I came fantastically, loudly. I grabbed clumps of her hair as my head rocked back and forth. It was the first time I had ever. Whilst she made a bee-line for the kitchen to make a cup of strong coffee, Michael disappeared into his bedroom, returning in a beautiful silk dressing gown. Janie put the cup of hot coffee on the table at the side of the arm chair. ‘Have a scotch, er – what’s you’re name?’ ‘Janie,’ she smiled. ‘Do you think you should? A coffee will do you more good.’ He ignored her, pouring two large measures of whisky into cut glass glasses. ‘Do you know, Janie,’ he slurred, ‘my wife is a beautiful lady, but. ..poke it” insisted J’Arnie, “ ...in and out...oh god...you have one big dick...keep it moving...oh yeah...fuck me...that’s good...fuckin good...oh...oh...oh” and she was in the ribald moment of a very pleasant dicking in her arse.“Fuck...yeah...man...sweet...what an arse...orh...orh...orh” and Hamish was lost for words in overwhelming constriction and his stepsister’s sphincter’s flexing. She was a whore at heart complete with a harlot’s skills.They had the shared pleasurable minutes of total. Yeah..." said Cindy, looking away and trying to act like she hadn't said anything."Sorry," said Dave, addressing the girl. "It was there, and I'm a guy. I had to look. It's a rule." He tried to make it into a joke, but the fact that Denise was STILL standing on her tiptoes, and that her buttocks were STILL displayed, made it fall flat."De-NEECE!" hissed Cindy.Denise was apparently still sulking from the argument her father didn't know he'd had with her on the walk. Or, she was still feeling.