I did not stop running until I got to my friend Janet's house. Chapter Three: Flashback Sarah had not returned home until after dinner that night. It ...as nearly 11:30 pm when she walked in the door. She had hoped her father would have been in bed but he was reading in the living room with a lamp on low when she walked in. He was wearing his robe and slippers and his glasses sat on the bridge of his nose, giving him a professorial look when he looked up at her as she came into the room. Sarah. Raising one arm to hold the bar overhead, I steadied myself and asked sweetly “Would you like to taste my pussy?” He groaned, "Yes," and I leaned into his face. His mouth touched my pussy and he started kissing it. Then, reaching up, he spread my lips and started licking my cunt. His tongue ran up and down, as his face got covered in my juices. He focused on my clit and started flicking and sucking on it with his tongue. I felt so fucking good, I couldn’t stop groaning. I shoved my pussy deeper. Last, but not least, there were the so-called “Sister Squad”: Claudia, Caroline, and Candice Adams, my blood half-sisters by my birth father, Clifford Macduff. Though there were plenty of kinswomen, legally, physically, and spiritually, in my commune of four hundred fourteen adults and older adolescents, there was something about my own biological sisters, of course, that was bound to have a unique impact on me. For one thing, Candice especially went out of her way to prove her abject. Bob was fully erect now. Elisabeth stood and stepped back, slipping the straps of her overalls off of her shoulders and letting them slide over her hips to the floor. She ran her hands over her breasts and teased her nipples through her top."I've caught you admiring my tits more than once Bob. Haven't I?"Although Elisabeth had let Bob know in the past with a smile that she knew he was looking at her breasts, hearing her actually say it aloud now was exciting for him. He knew that from now on,.