”“May I present Erzherzog Otto? Otto, Liesl is in dark blue and Gretl is a ginger.”“An honor, your highness,” said Liesl.“Me too,” added...Gretl with poor pronunciation.“You are not a Viennese,” I remarked. She was very pretty, with pale blue eyes and bright red hair. Her skin was pale, but the cold had produced red spots on her cheeks and the tip of her short nose.“No. I am Irish, I came here to study the dance.”“Ah! Can I practice my English?”“You are really an Archduke?”“He’s ‘Handsome Otto’!”. She had brought a number of her toys for my use, and I reached over and picked up a lovely vibrator designed for stimulating her G-spot. I flipped her over onto the bed and pushed it into her, rubbing it back and forth while I played with her clit. I loved hearing her get close, realize that she was getting too close, and then see the focused concentration and hear her mutter something disgusting under her breath while she got control of herself.I eventually stopped teasing her with the toy and. She took me by the hand and led me over to the door of my brother Erick's room, who is just about ten months younger than us.She pushed the door open just a bit for us to peek through, and there on the bed was Erick holding magazine in one hand, while he was quickly stroking himself with the other. Trying not to giggle, we both watched as spurt after spurt erupted from his throbbing dick. We watched as he took the washcloth and cleaned himself, and then shove the magazine under his mattress. We. He looked gorgeous; he was smiling enjoying every minute of the show. Remember what I said about nonverbal communication? It was then that I knew that he was content in just watching us. Trisha, grabbed the pillows from the sofa, threw them on the floor and pushed me onto them. “You are sexy, Coco. Is that your real name? Not important, I want to taste your punani, now!” It was on!! Trisha dove into my pussy, licking, sucking and blowing into my wetness. She slowed her assault, only to begin.