The dark-haired beauty lapped and sucked her folds with unbelievable expertise, the kind that only a lifetime of lying with women alone could teach.Ce...es let out a high-pitched moan as Danica's juices swirled over her tongue. As intoxicating as the scent of Danica's arousal was, the taste was a hundred times so. Feeling Danica quiver from her touch only increased Celes' desire, and she felt a single drop of wetness running down her thigh. As Danica's breathing became sharper, Celes sucked the. For some reason that really seemed to make Margarie mad. I pointed out to my wife that her reaction while founded in reason still seemed over the top to me, why exactly did she care so much if her sister did it with her husband or not? Well I finally got the answer and this problem got larger. My wife opened a bottle of wine while still naked from the waist down. By the end of the bottle I knew the rest of the story. John and my wife were in the same grade in school, all the girls knew about. We got to my aunt's late in the evening, and I did not talk muchthen either, but my mom and my aunt lectured me a lot about honesty,truthfulness, and juvenile delinquents who had to be put under strictcontrol. They basically said I could be happy not to be in jail.My mother left right after breakfast the next morning. We had a talk withAunt Edna. She wanted to know more about this habit of mine. I let herknow I had my special wardrobe with me; she was surprised they had notconfiscated it. She. " His words a whisper in my ear, making me melt to lay down onto my bed, allowing him to slowly crawl on top of me only to kiss and handle me as if I was his prize possession. He chuckled and took off his shirt and smiled at my hungry expression. He was perfect to me, but before I could comment he lifted off my shirt revealing the white lace bra I wore just for him. "Lace?" He smiled knowingly. "Yes Jon, I know it's your favorite," I replied as innocently as possible. He smirked knowing I was.