"Let's go and watch them!"Without a moment's hesitation, Brad and the two young girls hurried up to their parents' room."Oh, shit," little Kim whisper...d, rubbing the front of her big brother's pants. "I need a good fuck, too."Within a matter of seconds, the brother and sister had stripped and joined their mother and Jeff on the other side of the bed. Spreading her young thighs wide apart, she parted her sizzling cuntlips with her fingers."Oh, Brad!" she panted. "Fuck me, honey. Fuck me now."As. I promised Billy tha..." but John interrupted her, "Billy isn't here - I am."John lifted Gail's legs and put them on his shoulders, "Don't fight it sweetie, my cock is hard and you know you want it."All the time John was talking he was stroking deeper and deeper into Gail and her promise to Billy to be a good wife from now on slipped farther and farther into the recesses of her mind with every stroke. And then she was moaning and pushing up to meet him as her sexual urges took over."That's it. ‘Good morning, dear,’ Mrs. Winshaw said, barely raising her eyes from the task at hand. ‘Eat you something, girl, then get to the market. You and your brother need to sell lots of wool today.’ The Winshaw family raised sheep, and every weekend Elizabeth and her younger brother Theodore made the day’s trip to Brackley to sell the wool at the market there. Elizabeth took an apple from a bowl on the handmade wooden table and leaned against the doorway leading to the yard. ‘Where’s Papa?’ she. Still kneeling, I notice a very delicious, but slowly strawberry daquiri still upright in the sand. My eyes glint. I smile. ‘Karin, lover. It would be a shame to let this wonderful drink melt… Would you mind?’ Perplexed, you watch me pick up a glass and kneel next to you again. I dip my strong fingers into the slowly melting beverage, and gently place a dollop on your nipple. You gasp at the cold and the shock of the sensation. I bend over you, and lick and suck the sweet, strawberry.