Emily picked Emma up and held her head in her hands, cradling it.She ran her left index finger over Emma’s face, collecting up all of the juices pla...tered over it.She held her sopping wet finger up for Emma to see, before jamming it into her unsuspecting mouth, making her taste it.Once she was satisfied that her finger was nectar-free, she took it out of her mouth and dried on Emma’s dress.Miley had to admit, she looked amazing, all the more reason to have her.She pulled her dress back down and. He held himself away though, just high enough so that the tips of my nipples brushed against his skin, sending small electric shocks though me. I bucked my hips as much as I could, trying and failing to press my vulva against him, to stimulate my clit, anything to increase the pleasure. Then Michael moved, and for the first time I felt his steel rod against my slick wetness. I moaned into his mouth at the first contact. Slowly my brother started to rock forward and back, back and forth, so his. Some of the pictures on that memory stick would never pass a censor! I know I should have been shocked but instead it really turned me on.After Michael went away to university my panties stayed undisturbed, the mysterious stains on them stopped appearing and our memory stick never moved unless my husband and I used it. But I didn't stop fantasising about what had been going on behind Michael's closed bedroom door. One day while my husband was at work I was out shopping. I saw one of Michael's. That was the last time I had seen Jennie Rickard.The ring from the phone awoke me from my thoughts,“Hello”“Hey, it’s me, I am on my way up”“I will meet you at the elevator”I put my jacket on and checked myself one more time in the mirror. This was a culmination of fifteen years of pent up frustration about to possibly come to fruition. When the elevator doors opened she greeted me with a huge tight hug.“You look amazing” I said“You too, Oh my god, you have a beard” as she said that her hands.