On Christmas eve nightly My SIL of course dresses like a slut, SKIN TIGHT yoga pants, by skin tight I might they look panted on. Her bubble butt stret...hing them so much that in the right light you can tell shes no wearing any underwear. Anyway sitting in the living room she comes over and gives me a big hug asking how I am since my accident etc etc. She sits right on my lap which starts me off with a chub. She leaves the room to get a drink, I completely stare at her ass while adjusting my chub. The fact that you’re bisexual perhaps?”.“Fair enough, women are better than men, some men won’t do it and the rest don’t seem to know how to do it”. Gemma replies laughing.“That’s cause you’ve been with boys, you need a man to do a proper job”.“Yeah right... I suppose you’re just the man are you?”.“Certainly am, in fact I've been wanting to get my face buried between those legs of yours for a long time”. “You’re obsessed with fannies aren’t you?” Gemma asks.“Probably...I love fannies shaved. ”Then the Spaniard turned to the group and smiled.“Pleased to be welcome to our little Museum of Torture,” he said.At once Tracey’s heart froze in fear at the title of the place. Her nervousness got even worse when she saw him staring straight at her and smiling.“So hola, ladies and gentlemen. This is the Museum of the Inquisition, I am sure that many of you have heard of the countless cruelties committed during that dark period in our history. And why you may ask do we have a museum dedicated. I sucked on her outer lips, tasting her arousal through the fabric. I pulled her panties to the side, and I kissed the hood covering her clit. She squealed in ecstasy. I licked her wetness, my tongue making broad strokes... "Mmm!" She tasted even sweeter than I imagined.As I worshipped Ashley's pussy, I alternated between licking and sucking. I'd lick for a bit, then I'd suck on her lips. Her breathing was getting erratic now. She must've been getting close. My jaw ached, but I didn't care. Her.