She held her trembling body tense, determined not to kick her sister’s head away or interfere with her sister’s necessary feeding.‘Where in the ...ell did she learn about that spot?’ Béla asked herself frantically. ‘Holy shit! That’s more sensitive than my clit!’Jolene was into her feeding, now, and firmly holding onto Béla’s thigh and hips as she sucked, making joyful little swallowing sounds. With her sister’s firm grip on her body, Béla let loose a little and bucked her pelvis a few times,. Returning to the kitchen, I put together the tea tray. While I had seen Marie drink coffee, tea seemed to be her essential beverage. On a hunch, rather than the usual fruity Oolong, I brewed smoky Russian Caravan, with extra Lapsang Souchong. I didn't know if Carol had traditional Russian tea glasses in metal holders, but I poured, saying in my Boris Badonov accent, "Tea strong, like tail of alligator." I actually had spooned out jam to have with it.Marie was delighted, although I was. I wasn’t kidding when I asked ‘just one’, you know. I don’t think just one thing can turn someone on or can be erotic. I think it changes over time. What was once a big turn on could become passé; particularly if it was the idea of trying something different or daring and then when you try, you take it off your bucket list. You know what I mean?” That was a rhetorical question because she continued, even though I nodded in agreement.“I once thought threesomes would be really hot and the idea. .. Do you suppose you could uncuff me? My wrists are sore."He sighed but unlocked my handcuffs. "Can we go now?" he asked with annoyance, but he wasn't looking at me anymore. It seemed to me his eyes had wandered to my perfect round breasts. I smiled to myself. "How long is my boyfriend going to be in jail?" I asked innocently."Longer than you. The woman who called us reported the intercourse as being forced. Because we have no proof, he will only be kept about a week longer than you."It.