"Night night," she whispered.Then she picked up her PJs and left the room.Just watching her naked ass wiggle as she left made my cock want to stiffen ...p again.But it didn't.She'd worn it out.I slept like a log and then woke up worried. By any measure, I'd taken things an awfully long way with Caitlin in the last couple of days. And I found it very difficult to accept that she would be fine with it. I assumed that she'd have an attack of guilt, and that things would be strained between us.But. As I entered the official chambers of the Thirteen, I slammed my open palm against their table, sounding like thunder. I had read about this trick from the novel Julian by Gore Vidal, which claimed it was a method used by an Etruscan priest named Mastara. Which was the name that I chose to use on this occasion, in fact. After all, they would hardly know me from never having met before.“Who are you and what do you wish from us?” the new Spice King, much thinner than the old one who once dealt. She had gone out earlier that day for an early meeting at school and had a skirton. She suddenly woke up and saw her nephew John staring at herwith a glazed look in his eyes. She followed his eyes and saw that he was staring at her pussy that was wide open for him to see. Shequickly lowered her skirt and said"John! You scared me and WHY THE FUCK ARE YOU STARING AT YOUR AUNT'S PUSSY!" She couldn't believe her nephew actually saw her pussy; no man but her husband had seen her love box since they. It began, as it usually does with Rose, with gentle, sisterly touching. Nothing is ever hurried. A slow running of her fingers through my hair, perhaps, or the touching of our fingers across the table and the squeezing of a hand. An introduction to us slowly, tenderly, start undressing in front of each other. I see something new in Rose every time. The way her nipples are hard and erect all the time, not just on arousal. The way she always leaves her panties on, as if still teasing me. 12:30 .