Cleaning out the cobwebs, and some of the old junk that had accumulated over the years.We would find all kinds of weird things throughout the house. K...isten found an old hand vibrator, in a box labeled “blood circulator” and some old rotted out dildos. There were chests full of old lingerie, boas, and shoes.“What do we do with all of this?” she asked me.“Thrift shop or yard sale,” I told her. “Maybe some of this stuff is worth something to someone.”The deeper we dug into this stuff, the weirder. Her skin looked smooth, it made me want to run my hands all over her When the shirt cleared her breasts they bounced a bit, turning me on just a bit more. "But we could play a game." she continued "What game do you suggest?" I asked "Truth or dare?" Truth or dare. The hallmark of juvenile teen parties. Made to embarrass each other and to enjoy the temptation of uninhibited exhibitionism. "I'm game," I told her "But you start." "Okay, truth or dare?" I of course picked dare, I wanted to gage. Did you ever consider that?" "Of course not-" you snap back, still struggling with the equipment you've strewn about the floor. "That's completely absurd." Is it? I wonder..." She muses, pulling a crystal hand mirror out from beneath her robe. She looks intently into it for several moments, as if scrying into another reality. You look up confusedly to her as you finish collecting your things. "I can help you find that which you seek," she says, averting her gaze from the mirror to meet yours.. I lick around, inside, playing with each fold of skin, taking in each subtle flavor, She moves, positioning herself on top of me, in a 69 position, and begins nibbling on my penis. She takes me in her mouth. Her head bobs, she pushes herself, trying to take all of me, lips to my balls, my head playing down her throat. I wisp my tongue around her clit and then, taking a side track, quickly move it up to her anus, circling around the opening.I don't know, to his day, what made me do it. But I.