I mean a lemonade?"Looking out over the valley in front of me, I again enjoyed that we lived in such a stunningly beautiful place - a relatively isola...ed country spot but just fifteen minutes' drive to the University. I was feeling smug and very excited, for I was again reviewing the mind-boggling experience of my sister Jean modeling some thong-style panties for me just an hour ago. The image of her firm and curvy butt was etched in my forebrain. I was still buzzing, for she'd intimated that. .." Isn't here!" she said, and releasing my hand and slipping to the floor. On her way down, somehow, maybe magically, she lost the sweatshirt. Still trying to be an honorable man, I said "Really, I can't."Her reply to that was both eliquent and undeniable. She lifted the hem of the right leg of my shorts exposing the shiny purple head of my erection. Instantly her fingers were gently stroking the swollen knob. Oh God! How soft her fingertips were! All I could do was lean back. I both wanted it. Only a few of the reindeer accompanied them to the village. The majority were still in the care of a handful of Reindeer Herders, including the chief's brother and uncle. It wouldn't have been practical for several hundred reindeer to descend on the village. Nor would it have been wise to leave them untended with so many predators about. Reindeer made welcome prey for the many lions, hyenas and wolves that roamed in the game-rich mammoth steppes.As the shadows lengthened and evening approached,. . with honors."Rebecca slid her naked body close to her son. She faced him and her arms wound around his strong neck. The gigantic mounds of her tits crushed over his chest and she kissed her son passionately.For a very long time, they French kissed, embracing tightly each other."Never knew that kissing my own son could be so romantic." Rebecca sighed, easing back a little."Me too..." The boy began to mutter.But he was stopped in between as his mother's mouth was once again sealing his lips;.