My tongue was out waiting to catch a drip. She put two cunt-wet fingers into my mouth for me to smell and taste her. I licked and sucked on them hard....When she took them away, first one then two fingers slid into her hole and she began to pump in and out of herself. My face was sprayed with droplets of juice.All the time Anna was riding my cock. She must have been touching Julie’s tits ’cause I heard Julie tell her to squeeze them and pinch her nipples.I knew I wouldn’t last long before I shot. He held me, gave me a cuddle, but no more than that.”“I can’t believe you two! You could make an opera out of this drama! Darling Sister, you and John should be together, you really do deserve each other and you make an ideal couple. I don’t know how you both can live like that.”“Resisting the urge to make love to him is hard, Ellen, very hard. I really desire him a lot.” She cast a grin at John, “but I’m far happier even as we are than ever I used to be with Peter!”“Yeah, well, from what you. As the old expression goes, St. Peter had to let her in, because we both did our time in hell. Melanoma, caused by sun tanning when everyone thought it was healthy, killed her, but not before I had to watch her beautiful face eaten away. The last time I was able to watch her dressings changed, her cheek was gone. I saw her molars and her naked jawbone. But mine hell endures. When she died, my soul was sundered. So intertwined were we, that the ‘me’ I was, doesn’t exist anymore. I know that. Agnes was wearing a dress!It was a deep red that showed some cleavage and lots of leg because it was quite short. Her heels matched the dress. She didn’t just look hot. She looked incandescent! She walked into the living room where we waited and I gasped, Dad whistled, and Mom clapped. Mom said, “Now, that’s a dress!”Dad said, “Agnes, you are looking beautiful for your Viking tonight.”Agnes looked at me. “Am I okay?”“Agnes, you are always okay. You in that dress are way beyond that. I wish I.