I could hear her breathing getting heavier and my hand was moving around in loads of juice. She had slowed way down on my cock as she focused on her o...n pleasure and I was glad I get to last longer.Then the climax started, her pussy clamping on my hand and her moaning with her head stuck in my chest to keep quiet.I slowed the massage down and she had a few more little jerks as she finished, then I took out my finger put it on my lips and tasted her. She looked up at me and said” You are so. Her pink pantie tugged along with the m. I gazed at her pubic area and saw that the light covering of hair was barely more than peach fuzz. Her frontal slit was clearly visible. As I d id, I let my right hand slip down between her legs and began to massage h er from clit to anus. Slowly and gently, I let my middle finger trace her crack, stopping softly at her clit and then moving back to her ass. Each time, I tickled her asshole a little, and each time, I felt the involunt ary contractions of. Much thought went into the composition of these letters and the final version read:Dear Louise and Kevin,As you may have heard, I inherited a place out here in Kobekistan, and I've decided to live here for the time being. I am sure you would both enjoy it here, so why don't you come and visit me?The Emir is an old sweetie who knew my mum and dad when he was at Oxford and owns the airline and has said you can have free tickets on one of his aeroplanes to come over, free of charge! And you can. " I continued hesitantly, "do you want to tell us your story."That got me a deep, sorrowful sigh from Tilly's lips. It also brought silence from the rest of her family. Sensing her pain, I tried to take the question back. She wouldn't let me."We have to talk about it sometime," Tilly acknowledged in a tired voice, "and we might as well get it done now. Then hopefully we can move on."So we fell silent and listened to her tale, keeping our own thoughts to ourselves."We're not sluts!" she declared.