She must have been taken with shock, it takes the younger ones a little longer to come around and fully understand. She just stared up at me with thos... amazing green eyes, not saying a word. Do you understand Sophia? I asked in a louder, more direct tone. She wimpered a small mhmmm… through my hands. I smiled and said calmly Good. Now, Im going to let go, but youre not going to scream or yell, alright? She nodded. And then I saw her big doe eyes filling with tears, it was finally hitting her.. “Mistress Aingeal, you have such a deft touch.”“So do you,” whimpered Nathalie, her finger growing juicier and juicier as I stroked up and down her tight slit. “Mmm, that's it,” Kora purred, her blue eyes squeezing shut. She bit her lip, Nathalie's fingers digging through Kora's pussy folds.I breathed in, the scent of our four pussies filling the air. Nathalie had a sweet musk, similar to my own, while Aingeal's cream smelled like honey. I licked my lips, savoring the tangy delight Kora's. All by myself.I'd only gone around the block once when I saw Uncle Nat coming out of a liquor store, a brown package grasped in his right hand."Had to have something for my head," he said, climbing in.By the time we'd gotten a couple miles from town, the bottle was already a quarter gone and my uncle's complexion had flushed red. I was too excited driving to pay much attention. Even when he told me to pull off the highway and take a narrow road toward a small house by a wooded hill, I didn't. I mean that was true, wasn’t it? I wasn’t actually looking at my prick when Claire slapped my ass and I slayed what was left of Donna’s hymen.But my father had always taught me that the measure of a man is what he says, when what he says could be hurtful to him. What he meant by that was that sometimes, telling the truth can get you in trouble, and that a real man disregards that little problem. My dad was big on truthfulness.Then again, I couldn’t just say, “Well, Mrs. Miles, I climbed up on.