It took a few minutes but as the coffee smell filled the room Tiff slowly started to come round, she looked up at me focussing her eyes, “Oh morning...sir” she said in a soft sleepy voice finally seeing who I was, “Where’s mum?” she asked and I had to explain that she was downstairs with my sister, Tiff giggled and thanked me for the coffee as it was just as she liked it, milk and two.She shuffled up the bed to sit up and grabbed her coffee, her little beestings looking sweet and her nipples, OMG. “You taste so good, Daddy.” She resumed her blowjob with enthusiasm, bobbing her head deeper and faster with every stroke.Mike was guiding her head up and down on his cock, careful not to push too hard. “Oh! Baby girl! Suck me deep, sweetheart…. Mmmmm… yeah, just like that… You’re sucking me so good, baby….Stacey thrilled to hear his pleasurable enunciations. She swore she could actually feel him get bigger and harder as she sucked on him. She took him as deep as she could, running her tongue. .. Sheryl and I were in the kitchen, making popcorn.”“Sheryl? That’s her name?”“Uh, yeah. And Sheryl whispered at me to come look, and when I did, Danny had my sister’s shirt up and was kissing her ... um ... chest.”“You saw your sister’s breasts?“ gasped Monica.“Yeah,” he said, wondering if it had been wise to use his sister in this story. But it was too late, now. “We’d seen each other naked lots of times, growing up,” he said.“Of course,” said Monica, who had no idea what “normal” was for. She would say "Bobbie, do you like sitting on the floor?"I'd say "I belong here so I can serve you better mam." Why do you serve others?" she would ask."Because I'm just a sissy maid, mam," I'd say.She we would have that same conversation whenever she was over. We musthave had that exact conversation a thousand times. She loved to hear mesay that I'm just a sissy maid.My mother was talking to my aunt and my grandmother. When she saw meenter the kitchen she waved me over.When I went to her she.