This is probably going to destroy my last slivers of a chance for any good relationship with you, but I dream of our relationship being a very special...and unique one, a bond of total honesty and trust. So I won't lie to you. Maybe I started too late, but I can't change the past. Okay."He took a big breath, and then paused for a very long time. "Okay," he said again. "Here it is. You know now I'm sleeping with my sister. Well, I'm also sleeping with my mother." He looked up for a dramatic. You respond by reaching down and opening your pussy for him to get deeper and kissing me harder. He begins to suck on your clit, and nibbling on the lips of your wet pussy. He penetrates you with his tongue, and rubs his goatee and mustache all over your open pussy. You start to cum, and you grab his hair and pull him up your body. You release the long kiss with me, and turn to him, and you kiss him deeply, and sloppily, tasting your wetness on his breath, lips and goatee. You look at him. She had massaged French brandy into her breasts, they would taste luxurious. And yet more surprises. She soaked her love lips in brandy too, lots of it. She says it stings like hell, and she squirmed in pain as she did it, but she know how it turns men on to taste brandy on her lips, her love lips. She says it is worth the pain.What a slut. She never soaks her cunt in brandy for me. Slut!When they arrived I ushered them into the living room reminding them of the house rules, what she would and. Sarah had hoped to maybe meet the guy, but mysteriously he had never shown up for a swim team workout. Janet commented, ‘It’s probably good that he isn’t here today. You wouldn’t want him around in case you look like an idiot up there on the diving board.’ Sarah glared at Janet who chuckled merrily at her own sense of humor. The pavement was hot, so people waited their turn while staying seated on the side of the pool, or even in the water hanging onto the side. As Sarah waited her turn she.