She came to me and said I need to talk to you, sir. I said ok. She said not here, today I am going in the afternoon and I want you to come home at noo... along with me. I said you go first and I will pick you up on the way. She said ok.I picked her up and as we drove down to her place she said she was thinking about what I said and she said it makes a lot of meaning and sense on the matter which I mean emotions and binding when it comes to Children. She said she felt so happy about my openness.We. Her pussy was beautiful. Small landing strip above her luscious lips that were slightly moist. I got down between her legs and looked at her lips. The clit starting to poke out slightly. I slowly licked up her outer lips. She gasped. I went down the lips on the other side with the tip of my tongue. I licked up her lips again but this time did a couple laps around her clitoris with my tongue. I loved the taste of her pussy. It was like honey. Sweet, and a little musky. After licking her lips for. "She pushed the box at me, "bring me back something special."She turned and reached out for her comm and made a call as I looked at the eggs. It had been a year since mine had died protecting me from a Camo Tiger. Mrs Dugan smiled at me when I finally looked up, "I have a couple of nieces looking for ... adventure."I blushed and she grinned, "they can cook and know how to clean."She patted my chest, "you and they can play and see if you are a match."A tourist stepped in and she pushed me. Every morning as we showered together, she would pull out her comforter and beg me for a suck of my titties. I could hardly refuse, after all, our biology lessons had taught us that titties were for babies to suck and although Pauline was only a year younger than me she was still, technically, my baby sister.In addition to this, every child at our special school always felt an urge to have some sort of comforter in her mouth. If there was no dummy or bottle to suck, well, what was wrong with.