“No, you’re on time. I just didn’t believe anyone would do what you do.”“I hear that a lot, ma’am.” Ms. Stiles brought SpankBoy into h...r house and indicated he should have a seat on her dark green couch. Her log home was rustic with dark earth tones. Ms. Stiles herself was brown from the sun. The tan skin set off her long, silver hair. She wore a jacket, blouse, jeans, and a pair of high brown leather boots that SpankBoy admired greatly. She sat across from him and crossed the boots. . My sister's golden-haired cunt with its pink fleshy lips contrasted with Jennifer's jet black hair-covered mound with dark pink, almost red, inner pussylips, thinner and hanging out from between the two fat rolls.Slowly, to give Jennifer time to react and stop me if she wanted to, I put my lips on the two flaps that hung down from her pussy and when my lips made contact with hers I felt that they were soft, very soft with just a hint of dampness. As I drew my tongue along the two meaty flaps. Where are they camping this year? I promised I'd bring them some Bailey's after that great breakfast they made me last time."That year we were camping with Index Librorum Prohibitorum (Index for short), some Portland folks with a little lending library and a guerrilla storytelling troupe. They would set up in a random public place and tell subversive or obscene folktales-sometimes original stories, sometimes a selection from the nineteenth- century pornographic anthology "Tales from the. "More cream than sugar, right?"I nodded and he turned to go. There was a distinct thrill watching his naked butt as he walked down the hallway. "John?" Yeah?" He looked back.I stood looking at him, completely overwhelmed with emotions and feelings I couldn't name. There wasn't a way to put them into words, but I wanted him to understand.After a few moments of struggling for words, he smiled and nodded. "I know, me, too."When I'd dressed, I put our laundry in the wash and found my cup of coffee.