In fact, the actual story was on one of many of the newspaper's previous front pages that were on display around the office, headlined "Mrs. Charlton ...llerson killed in construction mishap". It quoted the distraught husband on how he had no idea his wife was coming to the site after they had been fighting and how he would never have the chance again to "tell Linda how much he loved her." The story hung on the wall not so much because of the ghostly legend, but because the photo of Mrs. Ellerson. "Whoa, careful now," Aaron cautioned as she began to grind herself into him. "You are my step-sister, after all." I don't care," Kristy said as she shook her ass up and down on his crotch. "I know I can trust you, and I'm tired of these assholes coming up to me. What are big brothers for, after all?" Aaron thought to himself that he was pretty sure the answer to that question doesn't involve grinding their cock into their sister's ass on the dance floor.After a few minutes of this, Stephen. I would then reach over and begin to spread his legs open, more and more wider, until his legs were spread completely open, with his balls exposed and hanging down below his cock; as they fill up with his load of cum for me.Then I reached over for his hanging balls. I bent forward and would kiss his upper legs and hip areas all around his balls, kissing from side to side and then onto his upper thighs. Then I would kiss the bottom and back side of his thighs. I would do this for both of his. I said as much when he was done.Robin nodded. "I would, too. But there are days when he's insistent, and it's the wrong time of the month. And sometimes it's a good way to get a guy worked up." Okay, that I can see." He'd been as hard as iron just before he'd popped."One more thing," he said. I looked at him in curiosity. He pushed me on my back, pulled my shorts down and my panties to one side, and started licking.Okay, this seemed fair. It didn't take that long before I busted a nut, either..