What the hell? It’s not like they were fucking each other.I got up and sighed. In a couple of months, Don Sr. would be back to his old self and woul... again be between my legs two or three times a week. But tonight, it was time to let my fingers do the walking as I fantasized about my two sons pleasuring their sister after she sucked their cocks.A couple of days later, Carol was helping me clean up after lunch. Don Sr. and the boys were up to the dig already. Heaven forbid Don Sr. should let the. As you can probably tell from my nick name I am very tall – 6ft 7inches. This caused a lot of talk in the spa and from my French friends as they were both a lot shorter – he was about 5ft 8inches and she was 5ft 2inches. This meant that when I stood up to leave the sauna for example my cock was at eye level to both. I must confess I did find her very sexy with pert breasts and a pussy with trimmed hair and occasional saw her pussy lips as she bent over in the showers. His cock was uncircumcised. "The Emperor paused for a moment to freshen his tongue with a drink. It was like a chain reaction; Tamarilla and all of her companions suddenly felt very thirsty and unconsciously licked their lips. Even the Empress took a drink from her cup even though she wasn't really thirsty. She noticed the ladies licking their lips and motioned to her husband to get on with what he was saying.The Emperor set down his cup as if it had burned him and looked embarrassed. "My apologies ladies. Where was I, oh. "So you're the chap who found Cy," she began in a low and unexpectedly attractive voice. "I saw your piece on Laxness but didn't finish it. I can't get myself into novels about nuclear power stations and homey communists in Iceland. I must admit I'm glad he's dead -- Cy, not Laxness. He's been a thorn in this department's side for twenty years. Now we can get someone decent in the early novel. Lots of young people looking for jobs these days, not at all like the early sixties. I called Susan.