I looked at them and bent my head and kissed each one. Jenny still didn’t move. I asked: “What’s wrong baby? Didn’t you enjoy that?”She shoo... her no and then told me: “Yes, some of it. But not when your cum went into my mouth. There was so much of it I had to swallow.”I smiled and told her I loved her cum and if she opened her legs again I’d lick her again! She didn’t move. I moved next to her and hugged her. I whispered: “You tasted delicious. Sweet and I think you enjoyed your little pussy. .. y'know, whatever. How about some more spirit in that drink girl? It's getting pretty hot in here, he'd say in his whiskey-soaked husky voice, twinkling his devilish rum-soaked eyes. Set, Indy, Lion, call him whatever.He'd go on, talking to whatever pretty young lass was by his side, being all Mr Lothario, seducing her with his voice a spiced blend of all over the world. A noticeable southern drawl laced with a british accent (his schooling days) and touched up with the inflections of exotic. 5 min k bad tina aayi. Or mere sir k pass beth gayi or sar dabane lagi. Me chock k uth gaya. Or use mana karne laga …Vo kuch nahi bol rahi thi. Or mene kaha us din k liye sorry bola. .Or mene kaha tina tum bahot sexy ho. .Tum bahot achchi ho…Or abhi me yaha nahi rehane vala ..Nahi to muje aapse pyar ho jaye ga. …Ye sun k vo. Boli k tu muje chod k javo ge. To me kuch nahi bola…To usane kaha tu chale javo ge to muje pyar kon kar ga…Ye sunte hi. Me to pagal ho gaya .Or usne. Mer sir uski god me. Having seen how good my stepbrother looked, I had taken great care not to let him down and was wearing my sleekest, tightest, shortest black cocktail dress and black heels, with thong panties to avoid the dreaded Visible Panty Line. It was too hot and humid for tights or stockings and as usual I had dispensed with a bra. The longest delay had been caused by me straightening my somewhat unruly dark hair too and I was wearing Mum’s gold-coloured necklace, bracelet and earrings that I had sneaked.