There wasn't any wine open, so I prepared twogin and tonics and took them through to the lounge. Julie was sittingon the settee and indicated that I s...ould come and sit next to her."Cheers!" she said, and we clinked our glasses. "I didn't realise youliked girly things," she said, and went on to ask how long this hadbeen the case. I admitted that as a teenager I had been jealous of thepretty underwear that my sister got to wear compared to the boringwhite underpants that I had. I had. Then he pulls the the lace of my bra aside to start sucking on the nipples of my big 36DD titties. This drives me wild. I always start moaning and telling him I love how he sucks my big juicy tits and how wet it makes my pussy. I'll beg for his cock, but instead he always licks my pussy next. Our 4 poster bed is perfect for this. He'll lean me up agains one of the posts and put one of my heels on the footboard. Then he kneels down and starts licking my pussy. My pussy is so wet I can. Stillno sound. George seemed disappointed that he wasn't raising more of a reaction fromRyan, and it seemed to me that he put extra effort into the next few blowsthat he rained down across the middle of his son's backside. WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! Ryan reared up, then slammed his chest down against the desk again. By nowI could hear his gasps as he struggled to keep control. WHACK! A violent jerk. WHACK! ?Shit!? The cry was hoarse, ripped from him against his will, a despairingrupture of his. She dug out a box from under her bed and started to look at the pictures inside. It started her off again, bawling and sitting on the floor. So I sort of sat next to her to offer a bit of support, you know, act like a friendly ear or something. I guess she must have noticed because, all of a sudden, she threw her foreleg around my shoulders and started to bawl again. I remember my coat getting soaked." After a while, she stopped crying and just sat there with me leaning against her. Did I ever.