If I am honest with myself, I'd hadmy suspicions for a long time but, as always, I buried them under ablanket of excuses. Until the day I found a lips...ick mark around the flyon his boxer shorts. It certainly wasn't my lipstick, I have never wornpurple, it doesn't suit my complexion. Equally certain is that it didn'tget there by accident. I have tried to work out a way, you do thingslike that when you're desperate not to get hurt and I was desperate.There is no way that it was an accident and. I slipped my tongue in to her wet fanny, tasting my mother in laws love juice as her body shook with the pleasure of her orgasm. The sweet honey tasting juice flowed out uncontrollably covering my face, as I couldn’t sample any more.Karla let go of my cock as I lifted out from between her mother’s legs, eagerly kissing my face and licking her mother fanny juice from it. Jane sat still, her legs stretched with her fanny lips apart all wet and pink.“Fuck her” Karla whisperedI moved to the chair. "Sam, glancing out the window, looked back at Sven and handed him the phone. "I suggest you call her and tell her you're staying the night - you've still got over a hundred miles to go and the mist is right down on the hills now - neither she nor I will let you go anywhere tonight."Sven started to protest but looking outside realised that it would be silly and dangerous to try and complete the long journey tonight. "If you're..." then having got one of her famous 'looks' from Sam said "Ok -. They are too prissy for me but they are perfect for you," she giggled. She was just too much. She could be so condescending.He groaned in fear at that. If anything, he was not prissy. He wanted to be a musician. He walked into his sister's room, a place that he had been warned in no uncertain terms that he was forbidden to go. The one time he went, he came out with a black eye, bleeding mouth and a broken arm. This time he was invited there. He did not like it, but what could he do. He just.