I spread your slit, while my lips kiss your clit and my fingers spread your lips You can feel my tongue slowly penetrate you, it slides slowly up your...slit. I continue this while I hear you moan. I’m taking my time, trying to build things up for you, I want you to explode and make sure you don’t forget this anytime soon. You feel my tongue press deeper insider of you I feel your juices start to flow, I press in deeper to taste you. I smile and pick up the pace, you feel my lips engulf your. I love a good characters and background in a story, so for those who are just looking for some faceless fucking in the first paragraph this definitely NOT your story (look towards the latter half of the story). ***** My name is Jamie (not my real name). I was eighteen when I had my son Alex. But my birthing coach (my mother) also went into labor while helping me to breath. This meant my baby oops sister named Alexi was born on exactly the same day as Alex, only eight hours apart. My mother. " What?" Traci exclaimed."How could that happen?" I demanded. "They need you."To be honest, I wasn't all that sure what dad did. He was some kind of strategic planner for the state. I didn't understand it, but I had the impression that he was good at it. At least his boss, Bill Miller, always said he couldn't do his job without Dad."I don't get it. How could they fire you?" I asked."They didn't exactly fire me. I quit." Why?"Dad looked up at Mom, then back at Traci and me. "They moved my job to. That first evening was the opportunity. The cook went to trouble to remove the gristle and bone from the stew (for my benefit I suspected), and, whatever the meat was, it was tasty. The maids ate what they were given. In any normal (Earthly) group, the soldiers would each have been weighing up their chances of getting a maid under their blankets by the end of the trip. Here they hardly noticed the maids: two girls about the same age (maybe a year younger) as Avril with lithe, sinuous figures.