I thought Barbra was fidgeting with her hands because she was nervous,but instead she was unbuttoning her shirt. I found out when I said” don’t be...nervous “ and moved my hand down to stop her. She quickly got up and kissed me, pushing me back on the bed,“I am not nervous, I am anxious,” she said. She smiled watching how my eyes went from her eyes to her small hanging breasts. She then sat back removing her shirt and took my hands up to her nipples.I started rubbing along on her breasts until. He puts his cock in my mouth and i just have it in wondering what i will do next.we have stopped laughing and struggling with eachother and i am just sitting there with it in my mouth not doing anything when he asks if i will make him cum first,so i gave in and just started to suck on it.he released his grip a little on my wrists but continued to hold me down with his knees as i enjoyed his cock,this felt really strange all smooth and hot in my mouth but it felt so erotic.he was telling me how. "If she can't take her clothes off herself then you do it for her! And if you won't, then by God, I'll rip them off myself!"And like a robot hearing a master's command, Alice reached out for Sandy's softly trembling body on the bed, the miniature twin of her own rich curves of deliciously white breasts and thighs. But her daughter suddenly moved and spoke in a quiet, almost dreamy voice."It's... It's all right, Mother," she said, sitting up. "I can undress myself." She started folding her hands. Jean and I had come out of the closet with each other... admitted our fascination with sexual things, our masturbation, peeing fantasies and anal eroticism. But we'd never actually "done it." We'd not done the deed. More, I thought, because we enjoyed the prolonged seduction, the tease, than we had any thought of abhorrent incest. Jean, as it turned out, had reservations.I was crazy about Jean. Because she was a little older, I deferred to her in many ways, most of them unthinking. She was.