Are you sure you are OK with me touching you?” I wanted to make sure she was really ready for this.She sounded dismissive. “Of course I am sure.... It’s the only way to do it.” She paused and in a friendlier voice went on. “I trust you. And besides you let me touch yours so it is only fair, right?”Like I said, my sister is the best. I nodded and then raised my hands up anticipating what I was about to do. Moving slowly, I was nervous and figured she would be too, I put my hands on her. . pass the gravy, ahhh, Bisto!" Isn't it amazing how those silly advertising tag-lines stick in your brain for decades? The delightful mental images of The Bottom began to fade as I absent-mindedly sorted through the yams and onions. With the necessary root veggies in our cart, we headed off to scan the shelves for the gravy mix in aisle seven. More accurately, my wife was scanning the shelves while I leant on the cart glancing left and right just in case.... My prayers were answered! The two. This done, we entered the Temple and knelt before the High Priest of the Temple, who in a very long and full ceremony blessed each of us individually and then tied each of our six hands altogether into a circle with a quilted silk cord of ten thousand stitches, each stitch representing a prayer for our future happiness. At last we each ceremonially drank Saki in turn, and swore before the Gods our eternal and endless love.The High Priest then declared us bound to each other and we enjoyed our. He licks the back of my thigh. I bite my lip. I take him in my mouth, stroking him with one hand, with my other hand I gently rub his balls. He lets out a deep moan into my pussy. He massages my clit with one finger, teasing my slit with his tongue and his other finger. I let out a low moan right below his head onto his cock to make it vibrate. “Goddamn Aimee.” Donnie calls out to me, “You take my breath away.” I lick the length of his shaft, teasing with my fingers at the tip. Taking him in.