She gave blowjob for me. I then put my cock inside her pussy and started my strokes inside her deeply by catching her boobs and sucking her nipples an... giving her passionate kisses on lips. Her nipples were a little big but it was like a green g**** which was brown in colour.And i rubbed by cock on her nipples and cleavage and i rubbed it on her beautiful silky navel. I fucked her deeply and hardly she was catching mu buts and controlling the speed of my strokes inside her. She gave me. The only words we’d heard the whole time, were now said to us, “You’re clean! Get dressed. Here’s your wife’s LIFOS card. Have fun you two! Pay on the way out.”She paid and we were ushered to a room where we changed back into our clothes. Quietly, we walked out noticing the line had gotten twice as long as before.We got in the car.“Can you believe all of that was necessary, Tom – they thought we were married,” my pretty sister said with a cute grin a mile across.“Yeah, I guess my CFS card made. Or rather, being That Alice and This Alice.”“I wonder which you prefer, Not Alice and Not Quite Not Alice.”“I think I prefer being This Alice to being That Alice. As for being Alice and Not Alice, I have yet to make a decision. Perhaps I am simply mad, Cheshire.”He grinned at that. The biggest grin Alice had ever seen. So big that she hardly noticed when the rest of him faded from sight.“I believe you may be, Not Alice. But I’ll tell you a secret. Only the best people are. Don’t forget what. Cheyenne can’t wait. And she’s won every hand so far. Shambala seems to be working out well for her. The common room tends to bring the moms together. I expected crackheads and crazies, but what I have is a separate nation of tiny mothers swapping smokes and swearing lustily. The babies are always loud. I think they shout so much to blow the smoke away from their eyes. The mothers are the weepiest, the elderly distant salutatorians. Tiny girls. Tiny women. Tiny mothers, with their tiny.