.."She leaned over and kissed him on the mouth, as she could see where hismind was going. "I don't know if it's the magic, or whatever changed me...Bu... you should know that I've never felt as good as I do right now, withyou."There was a look in her eyes that told Clay something, but he wasreluctant to see it. He could tell that she was offering herself to him,but he was just to shy to make a move. She was the one that had gone downon him, and however good it was he knew he couldn't ask it of. His tiny dick slipped out and he backed away from Mom. She spun around, dropped to her knees, and started sucking on his cock, the same one that just slipped out of her ass. That was when Mr. Jenkins saw me standing in the hall looking at him.He tapped Mom’s head and said, “I thought you said that he wouldn’t be home for another hour.”She just shifted her eyes toward me, then she slipped her lips off his cock, and said, “Hi honey, I’ll just be another minute.” Then Mom went back to sucking his. One Sunday afternoon Brian went in to Milly's room to help her with her homework as usual. She told him that she had a rather unusual project this week, she was making a dress in her sewing lessons. Brian told her that he couldn't be much help, but Milly insisted that she felt he had much to contribute to proceedings...as the model. Brian recoiled in horror, but soon saw he had little choice."Now, brother dearest, I want you to take off all your clothes, that's it T-shirt... trousers.... Laying me face down on my bed he tells me to get on my hands and knees. He leaves the room, and I oblige him. A few seconds later he enters my room with a bottle of something in his hands. "What is that?" I nervously ask, a little worried. "You'll just have to trust me and be very still. I want this to be a pleasant experience for you." He opens the bottle and squirt a little of its contents into the palm of his hand. He walks behind me and out of my view. I hear him open my dresser drawer and.