“Yes Miss April,” Pete responded. “Good boy,” April said as she sat on the couch and slowly spread her legs. The black satin of her robe dropp...d down, covering her pussy and denying Pete the pleasure of seeing what his tongue longed to lick. April beckoned him with her finger, “Come closer,” she said. He crawled between her legs and could feel the heat from her thighs against his cheeks. “Tell me what you want,” April asked. “I want to lick your pussy, Miss April,” Pete answered as he stared. The next day, 7th December, they stopped for a quarter of an hour at Green River station. Snow had fallen abundantly during the night, but, being mixed with rain, it had half melted, and did not interrupt their progress. The bad weather, however, annoyed Passepartout; for the accumulation of snow, by blocking the wheels of the cars, would certainly have been fatal to Mr. Fogg's tour."What an idea!" he said to himself. "Why did my master make this journey in winter? Couldn't he have waited for. It was Sunday so she had called me early in the morning.When I went to her house i saw a new good looking condition of her house. Her house now had an awesome looks with new settings.As she was busy setting her house she told me that today she will not teach me so I shall help her in setting her house. I agreed and started helping her.While helping her by mistake my hands touched her body by mistake. This passed an electrifying current in my body as it was the first time I had made contact with. I was entirely still, only my prick pumping sperm into her writhing body, her mouth was still on mine, her lips puffy and bruised. She smiled as we came down from our high and lay together still locked in our incestuous coupling."If you fuck her like that," she said softly. "I'll have a fight on my hands to keep you." No you won't, you're the only girl for me kid, I won't even fuck her if you don't want me to." Believe me, Danny, if she wants you to fuck her, you'll do it, trust me."She got up.