And who are you, anyway?” Emilia asked me now.“My best friends call me ‘Frank,’ but you can call me, ‘Uncle Frank,’ okay? Just like my nie...e, who requested your presence, you see,” I smiled as I gave those instructions to the Game of Thrones actress.“Oh, okay, so it’s for your niece. How sweet! But you’re a Yank, judging by your accent. You have a British niece?” Emilia seemed loathe to hang up with me for some reason, getting rather chummy.“That I do, ma’am. That I do. Until then, best wishes. ..the smell...it was wonderful. I hit her clit and she quivered. I worked at it a little and then she told me to stick my tongue into her."Fuck my pussy with your tongue." She told me, and I did. I stuffed my tongue as deep into her as I could. The taste got better and I was getting turned on again. I ate her pussy for about 5 minutes until she told me to work her clit again. I went at it and licked and nibbled my sisters clit until she started shaking. She grabbed my head and forced it against. Ann expertly teased Beth's pussy with her fingers while she took each of her nipples into her mouth in turn. Beth gasped and moaned as the overpowering sensations crashed into her from all sides. Ann kissed her way down Beth's smooth belly with agonising slowness seemly determined to plant her lips everywhere but one the one place Beth so desperately needed her to.Ann finally arrived at the hem of her soaked panties. She pulled her hand free causing Beth to moan in frustration. Ann sighed. As usual we were the last to arrive for the aperitif. When the couples saw us arriving I got approving looks. The Dutch and Spanish guy where also near and after we got more “physically acquainted” in the afternoon we had more up close conversations with each other with friendly body touching, a hand resting on my bare ass, a kiss now and then. After having a few glasses of Cava the topics got hotter and also other men approached me to make “indecent proposals”. The way I dressed was like an.