This served to relax Lynn somewhat and provided an easier access for Gina's tongue as she continued lapping away, lathering Lynn's brown spot with her...drool.For her part, Gina had begun to acquire a liking for the slight odor drifting out of Lynn's ass. 'She's reasonably clean there, ' Gina thought. 'It tastes kinda musky, ' she reflected a moment later and found her arousal intensifying and abandoned the lapping process in favor of working her tongue deeper than the entrance way to Lynn's. My pussy clenched around my fingers, and my hips involuntarily began to buck, over and over. I stared at my brother’s erection as an orgasm wracked my body, and wave after wave of pleasure overtook me.Watching my brother masturbate makes me cum. I can only cum when I watch my brother masturbate. I’m a slave to my pleasure. I’m a pleasure slave. I’m my brother’s pleasure slave ... After I came, I just lay there, exhausted, strange thoughts flitting through my head, instructing me to pleasure my. Her eyes searched mine, their richcoffee brown questioning my cloudy hazel. I answered bykissing her back, just as gentle, just as lightly. Shesmiled brightly and breathed, “Yes…” She parted her lips and began to probe my lips with hertongue, following their curves until she slippedbetween them. Her hands began to make slow caresses ofmy wet body, paying enough attention to my breasts toget them to ache for more touches. Our kisses became longer, and deeper, as each of usdrank. Emily figured there were at least 147 people in Bradford besides her and her husband who liked her enough to vote for her, or at least disliked Bill Driscoll enough to try to keep him off of council. But Emily being elected by a clear majority -- Driscoll was a distant fourth, with thirty-five votes -- meant he didn't have an argument that the election should be invalidated because a dead man won it.Council normally met on Tuesdays, but the city charter said the annual organizational meeting.