I was instantly hard. She walked down and into the lounge. She turned to me and opened her Gown showing her lovely matching red lacy bra and knickers ...ogether with her black hold-ups. ‘Take some pictures of me like this’ she said, I did as was told ( they are on my profile). She removed her gown and lay on the sofa, looking amazing. I carried on taking pics and then she sat up and said, ‘get your trousers off‘. I did as told and she took my now hard cock and sucked it deep and then gently. The spark of lust that had burst from within her flared into a minor sun when her hand encountered a penis that was ready to perform what she was beginning to think of as "its intended purpose."Julia, having ridden Bob again, collapsed forward, to lie upon him. She loved this position, because she was in full frontal contact with him. His penis, though softening, was still in her. Their baby, as she thought of it, was sandwiched between them. A sound penetrated her consciousness and she lifted. As she was doing this lil did I know she would be using her own juices(she was mixing them so she could enjoy mine and hers together(she really luvs pussy juice and cum mixed which i found out later))we ended up on the sofa,she got down on her knees and was very impressed with my size(8 1/2") started giving me the wickedest blow job i'd ever had.She started by softly kissing the head and the shaft,running her toungue on the underside in circles,reaching my balls kissing and licking she was. "You OK, Frances?" I asked."Yes, Brian." she answered miserably. "He's a bad drunk and you might just have made things worse by embarrassing him." Christ sis, why put up with it then?" Because when he's sober he's good to us." And he's mostly sober?" Yes... ," she answered, before wandering off to seek him out.The rest of the picnic was fine with Keith being charm himself, though avoiding my gaze at all times. I heard later that Frances had a fall on the stairs when she got home, hurt herself.