Her name was Molly, and her last name was said to be Malone, but I doubted that claim because the Malones were religious people known for their pious ...evotions and acts of mercy for the poor and the disabled.I hired her on the spot and assigned her post of chamber maid to my poor confused sister to see if her sparkling attitude might lift her spirits to her former heights of glory.I viewed my sister’s bedroom from my spyhole above the closet door.My sister was listlessly standing totally naked. John's cock was not as big as his but it was also rock hard and precum glistened on its head.As Cal took a step closer John stopped him and grabbed something off the dressing table.He then dropped to his knees and slid Cal's tiny panties down which caused his cock to spring out of their silken prison. John upended the bottle that he had snagged and squeezed a generous portion into his palm and then began to cover Cal's cock with the thick liquid.John then stood up and placed her arms around. But I had no choice. I sat in front of her and started kissing her vagina. She told me to take her pussy lips in mouth one by one, which I did. She asked me to push her pussy lips aside and insert my tongue inside. I parted her pussy lips and pushed my tongue inside. The pungent smell was great. I moved my tongue up and down. Her juices had started oozing out.She told me to get up and open the cabinet. After I opened, she asked me to locate a rubber tube. There was no rubber tube, but a tube. Asmita- why?Me: because I want to start from here.Asmita- What do you want to start?I then held both her wrists with my left hand and brought my right hand behind her waist and pulled her closer to me. We could feel each other’s breaths.Me- Do you really want to know?She smiled and closed her eyes. I brought my lips closer to hers, her breaths deepened, she parted her lips, and our lips met. That was a slow kiss, a real slow one. My right hand travelled from her waist, through her back and neck.